Anya raised her right hand.
"Two slices of bread every day!" she declared loudly, holding up two fingers with a deadly serious expression.
Karska froze. His eyes widened slightly.
"Huh…?" His breath caught. "That's… just that?"
Veska cut in reflexively, her tone rising without meaning to. "What— only two slices of bread?"
Anya immediately turned toward her, lips puckering into a pout. "For my whole life," she replied, sulking as she emphasized every word.
Silence followed.
Veska stared at her blankly, then let out a short breath. "…Idiot," she muttered. Leaning forward slightly, she added, "Kid, think again."
Before she could continue—
"Silence!"
Matruska was still crouched in front of Anya, but now she shot a piercing glare at Veska. Her gaze was hard, utterly intolerant.
Veska froze instantly. Her mouth snapped shut. She straightened and dipped her head slightly. "My apologies."
Matruska turned her attention back to Anya.
