Weren't you listening the first time? It's part of the 'fucking ugly' aesthetic I've got going on here. A little extra suffering is just the cherry on top.

[her response is just as easygoing, as if they were discussing splitting a fucking pudding cup in the college cafeteria rather than supplementing prison rations. the dissonance isn't new to her, but she does pointedly keep herself from dwelling on how readily this sort of banter comes to her now. just another part of her that's been numbed, she supposed.]

If you really want to help me out you'll slip me a fucking spoon or something that can start chipping away at the bricks.