[Her blush renewed at his leering and cat-calling. Vengeance would be had. She kicked her feet to get into a better position, and grabbed any food she could find. Precision was not her ally in this fight, so volume would have to serve. If she threw everything in reach, surely something would hit the smug ruffian.]
A dog has more decency than you!
[The sauces and juices of the various dishes stained the cuff of her sleeve, a casualty of war. If he came within reach, she would abandon the food entirely and smack him, pacifism be damned.]
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A dog has more decency than you!
[The sauces and juices of the various dishes stained the cuff of her sleeve, a casualty of war. If he came within reach, she would abandon the food entirely and smack him, pacifism be damned.]