“I’m just the fool to have willingly signed up for it,” he mumbles before taking one off my home fries off my plate.
The fresh scent of clean linens and more breakfast food blows into the room, preventing me from responding to Gutter Butter right away. My nostrils flare widely as I take in the smell. It’s Abigail. She also walks in with a tray filled with a hearty breakfast. Room service twice oh, my! Today must be my lucky day.
My mouth begins to water as I take in my second helpings and I have to hold back the urge to drool. Now, I know what you thinking. I’m a pig. That’s correct, I’m most certainly a pig!
“Now that’s just greedy,” says Gutter Butter, knocking me out of my food trace. “Wipe the drool from around your lips. It’s not ladylike,” he calls me out before throwing a handker
