She'd never ate a mouse. What purpose would that have served for her, really? She did get fed, it just wasn't anything good, or enough. But then those mice also got turned to horses at night, so, you know.

Couldn't lose one of your horses. But they were her friends, still. Not allowed to leave the house, cooking the meals, cleaning, mending, everything. She wouldn't kill friends. But she's not judging him for doing it. You resorted to anything to survive. She got it.

"I am one hundred percent game," Cindy said with a grin, leaning forward and bumping her fist against his lightly before sitting back again. "Just let me know when, and I'll be there." Thinking about the time, though, made her glance around for a clock.

"Shit. I gotta go, my escort is a real bitch, and I am not in the mood to deal with her passive aggressive sighs." She rolled her eyes, getting up from the couch and stretching with a yawn.

"Until next time, Howard?"