Spirited Away

"If you're still hungry, you can finish the meal you started earlier," mentioned Maxixe provokingly when they entered his chamber. 

The large four poster bed dominated the room with the lunch tray where she left it but Kaoma did not return to it. 

Instead she chose to walk over to the window and stare out at the moon lit sky. 

Was he for real?

"I can't stomach that," Kaoma replied with disdain. 

Cooled, the liquid stew had hardened to a congealed glob that could be cut by a knife.

Not to mention it had been left uncovered so who knew if other flies paid their dead relative a visit while they were out. 

After hearing her reply he looked unconcerned and left the room without a response. 

Intuitively she knew that he would not give her any food to eat for the remainder of the night. 

"No one could eat that and not court death," she muttered to herself.