[She looks up from her bowl of cereal, glancing at Corvus from a seat at the kitchen table. Elle balances her spoon with her fingers, and takes the question in stride.]

You mean... purposefully? Recently? Because unless you count the time when I was little and swallowed an ant on a dare, I’m going to say not usually.

[The last word is said with a lilt of a question — “not usually?” — because while she’s used to the oddities of living with Corvus, strange creature that he is, this question feels far more specific than normal.]

You reading something about bugs and flowers over there?