Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer.

Staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaare.

Grace leans in close. Closer. Closer than that. Eye wide and staring, turning that pile of words over in her head. In the end she reaches two conclusions: this chatterer is still chattering, and yes, that was an invitation.

So she sucks a butterfly into her mouth and swallows it, like a kid trying to inhale a cookie before their parents can notice.