[b]D[/b]ipping his hands back into the scalding water, biting back a hiss that threatened to slip from his lips. The family were in the middle of eating breakfast-- which Bug had just gotten done a few minutes before they all came rushing down to eat. Bacon and omelets with cheese; his mouth was watering just from the smell but he pushed those thoughts back along with the growling of his stomach. 
  
     [b]S[/b]haking fingers lift a plate from the water and begin to dry it off with a rag before sitting it on the rack, the sound of snapping fingers made Bug jump a bit causing the water to sip on his feet-- [b]"Ah--"[/b] Snapping his mouth shut even if his feet along with his hands were burning. Turning his head to see Mrs. Fray who had a disgusted expression, she kept snapping her fingers as if calling a dog. [b]"Over here now, you little insect !"[/b] By the harsh tone of her voice Bug knew she wasn't happy... [i]But then again she never was.[/i]   

     [b]C[/b]hains rattled on the hardwood floor, slowly making his way over to the table and Mrs. Fray-- Peter snickered taking a bite of his food. Bug didn't speak, he hadn't been given permission to yet. For a few moments She was quiet but with her silence came fear, nervously he picked and pulled on his ragged shirt. [i]Why wasn't she hitting him yet ?[/i] The thought alone was scary in itself, [b]"Tell me, what do you see here ?"[/b] She asked, pushing the plate into his face. [i]Was this a trick question ?[/i] Licking his lips before speaking. [b]"Th-- the uh, omelette..."[/b] Forcing on the words. Fingers grabbed his face, nails digging into his cheeks forcing him to look at it then back to her. [b]"That wasn't what I asked... It's burnt on the edges. I can't eat this so you are just going to have to make it again."[/b] Letting go of him giving him a look over before tipping the plate letting the food drop to the floor next to his feet. "Oh, and clean that up." She muttered, picking up her coffee and taking a drink.