[color=blue]"We did have a guest." [/color]Roxy snapped as she grabbed an apple off the plate. She had never been much of a fruit eater. Not that she didn't like it. It had just tended to go bad before she finished it. She didn't like to waste things so she rarely bought it. [color=blue]"A guest is someone you want to see."[/color] She didn't want to see Stewart ever. The further away he was the happier she was. 

[color=blue]"Why the hell do people have peanut butter with apples? I've never understand that." [/color]She wasn't fond of peanut butter. There was something about the texture that turned her off.[color=blue] "You know you don't have to make me snacks. I'm a big girl. I've been taking care of myself a long time." [/color]She told Devika. She didn't want the empath thinking she needed someone to take care of her. She didn't. She had been independent most of her life.