Fish shaped crackers
Fish shaped candies
Fish shaped solid waste
Fish shaped dirt
Fish shaped ethylbenzene
Fish shaped volatile organic compounds and candy coated
peanut butter pieces...
Shaped like fish.
"Like soap." Logic corrected him with yet another hair ruffle. "She was in such need of a bath that I was afraid her fabric may not hold up to one. I was wrong, luckily."
That said, he moved to put a little container of cookies in the smaller bag, then offered it to Space. “Though I doubt it will take long at all for her to regain her normal scent.”
And then you’ve got yourself a very sudsy puppy, one still trying to drench her in both bath water and slobber despite the addition of icky tasting soap.
So many bubbles.
At least the puppy’s getting clean!
Eh, if she eats the ingredients then he figures there’s less of a chance of her killing him later. Not biting the hand and all that.
She might even be able to prevent him from putting anything weird in the food, too. You never know!
Then again, she’d probably eat everything in sight if he ever called her a friend. Smiles anyway. “Of course you.”
I am a flesh eating robot, one that rebelled against its masters in a poisonously hazy glory. I was thrown into the pits of Android Hell and survived.
There is clearly nothing to be afraid of. Let me bake you a cake.
Hey, she gives him an actual excuse to cook and hasn’t tried killing him in months. She’d almost make a good friend if Anger didn’t remind him not to let his guard down.
"Perhaps yams, as well. I have always liked them with poultry."