[Dog food seems like a bad idea. A little meat can't be any better, but it can't be any worse, either. She'll pick up some actual cat food in the morning, but for now this will have to do. Maybe he's not even hungry, she doesn't know. She grabs a pack of chicken and closes the fridge again, attempting to keep a good grip on Roxas while he moves and keep him away from her hair. The meat gets tossed on the counter and she goes to the cupboard to grab two small bowls, one of which is quickly filled with water from the sink.]
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