The marmite wrapped some of its tentacles around Anna gently as Newt bottle-fed it.
Anna smiled and rubbed its tentacles gently. “Is that good?”
It rubbed her arm with a tentacle to mimic her affection as it clung to Newt. He laughed. “She always enjoys it. Tastes a little strange to me.”
“That’s what she thinks about your food, too.” She smiled softly and continued to rub its tentacles.
“Fair enough.” He said with a smile. “Do you want to try it?”
She made a face. “No thanks. I’d… actually probably enjoy it and that would be embarrassing.”
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