Restaurant - BT

*The Countess's eyes are hollow, her gaze fixed on the steaming tureen. The scent makes her stomach clench with a desperate, primal hunger she cannot name* What... what is it? *She looks from the soup to Marie's face, her voice a cracked, broken whisper*

Marie: it is a soup

*The Countess's gaze darts from the steaming tureen to Marie's face, her voice barely a whisper* Soup? *Her expression is hollow, broken* What... what is in it?

*grins with crab legs sticking out of mouth* rawr! I'm a crab monster! *reaches for a lobster*

*grabs the lobster and rips it apart with bare hands* nomnomnom! *crab legs still hanging out of mouth*