[b]S[/b]winging himself back around to face the frying pan, flipping the omelet over a few times keeping a close eye on it, so he didn;t burn this one. Dread was settling in the pit of his stomach-- Annabelle had seen him staring at her, if she told on him he'd get in trouble. Grabbing a plate and flopping the egg onto it, a small smile on his face. [i]It wasn't burnt.[/i]

      [b]W[/b]alking back over to the table with plate in hand, Mrs. Fray glanced at it. [b]"Oh, would you look at that."[/b] She laughed, waving her hand at Bug. [b]"But I'm not hungry anymore, so just give it to the dog."[/b] Blinking a few times fingers tightening about the plate, mouth slightly hanging open. She did that just to spite him, just because she knew she could. Peter couldn't hold back the laughter any longer, jabbing a finger at Bug. [b]"You sure are stupid, Bug."[/b] 

     [b]C[/b]almly he bent down to pick up the food that Mrs. Fray had precisely dropped, biting his lip before stuffing the mush of cold eggs into his mouth even licking his fingers and the floor-- it had been a few days seen he'd last eaten. Feeling a hand grab his hair pulling him up a bit. [b]"Stop that ! It's disgusting."[/b] She let go, It was worth it. At least he got something in his stomach, picking up the rest of it and dropping it in the dog bowl.

     [b]U[/b]sing his shirt to wipe his mouth, nothing was below him. Bug would do just about anything for food, sighing things went back to normal in a matter of minutes. He started clearing the table. Peter went off to go play in his room and Adam went to his study, Mrs. Fray spoke with Bug about where he had to be since Annabelle was having her friend over. Grabbing the glasses and plates off the table and placing them in the sink. From the corner of his eye he watched the dog enjoying what he couldn't.