Craig has long been anxiously sweating, his hands had just grabbed the dog's food bowl and it has not been washed yet... It smelled like medicine.

Mrs. Alana pretended to take a bite, thinking Craig would retract his hand. Not expecting him to stuff it even more inside, almost disliking her throat.

"Retch..." Mrs. Alana grabbed Craig's hand and tried to pull it out, but the old man got more aggressive instead.