If they weren't half-asleep, it probably would have just gone by without touching a nerve. It's just bad timing. They focus on the food for a moment, and answer the last part first. "I tend to. Default to feeding them. But I'm still not great. At figuring out what 'fun' is."

They stick the butter knife in their mouth to lick the jam off, because they doubt Otoha will judge them for it. Then, settling back with the plate of toast, they consider the rest. (Or try to. Still not very awake. Eat.) Eyes drifting to the lantern on the counter as they chew, they swallow and say, "Spent seventy years owned by. Really awful people. I was their assassin. Their weapon."