[ The uncertain expression on her face still hadn't gone. It wasn't for her, but the thought of eating any... animal at all. She knew that some ate meat, but she had been able to really not dwell on it. Not certainly in the way someone saying "i eat sheep" goes. ]

Mareep are famiiiilly, alll of uuuss. I don't want anyone to be eeeateeen.

[ Maisy went down onto her knees, joining Ellistree's level. The basket was still in front of her, and she tilted the top of the basket towards the woman with the handle, though not enough to spill the wrapped contents inside out. ]

If you're hungrrry, I've got choooc'lates. Me and 'lorah made looots, 'cause it's Varrreeentine's Day tomorrroow.