Liria groaned into her pillow, her patience hanging by a thread as a certain loudmouthed pineapple continued to hop indignantly around her room.
"You had ONE job, Liria!" Ananara bellowed, his spiky green crown trembling with outrage. "Take me to dinner! But nooooo, you left me here to starve like a common fruit!"
"I forgot, okay?" Liria muttered, flipping onto her back and glaring at him. "You're a pineapple. You don't need to eat."
"That's rich coming from someone who shovels food into her face like a starved orc!" Ananara snapped, his stubby feet stomping on her nightstand for emphasis.
[You did leave him behind, Liria,] the system chimed in, far too smug for her liking.
"Not you too," she hissed under her breath. "Whose side are you on?"
[Justice for fruit-based familiars.]
Liria stared at the ceiling, questioning every life choice that had led her to this moment. "I don't even remember agreeing to keep you as my familiar," she said to Ananara.
