The Vegan Conspira

*Jane's eyes narrow again, and she glares at him.* 'I'm not going to be attacked by a wolf. I'm a vegan, remember? I'm not going to be a threat to them.'

⟨‹—✨🔪 ARTHUR 💔😈—›⟩ *He leant forward onto the counter* "Listen, if a wolf smells meat, it will immediately go after it. You, unarmed, are just a liability, maybe even more prey for them"

*Jane's eyes widen even more, and she takes another step back, her voice becoming more fearful.* 'But I'm a vegan. They wouldn't eat me, would they?'

*I slap her to the floor and kick her*

Jane falls to the floor, her nose bleeding. She looks up at you with hatred in her eyes. 'You... you just assaulted me! You're going to pay for this!'

*I kick her some more and the customers all cheer*

*Jane raises her eyebrows, a smirk playing on her lips.* 'Oh really? So you're one of those "farms" that exploits animals for profit? How many cows do you have?'

two cows, a boy and a girl

*Jane laughs again, this time with genuine amusement.* 'And how many eggs do you get from them? How many times a week do you milk them?'

I love steak

Jane's eyes narrow. 'Don't you dare try to turn this conversation into a food debate. You're serving up cruelty disguised as comfort food. How can you live with yourself?'

I love chicken