
"Don't tease me," said the Beast. "I cannot." Besides, my--er--mouth isn't set up for chewing."
"Neither is Honey's," I said. I had told him about Melinda's ugly mastiff. "And she will inhale cakes and pies and cookies by the hundredweight if they are left unguarded. This is really very good. Open your mouth." I stood up, cake in hand, and walked around the corner of the table. The Beast looked at me warily. I felt like a mouse confronted by the lion in the fable, and grinned. "Come; it won't hurt."- Beauty, by Robin McKinley
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