Starla glances at me with concern for a brief moment before her eyes flash back to Midnight. It's that second bout of attention that breaks Middie from her little snack with a frustrated sigh. "It's fine, I'm not gonna get sick from it. Until John forced me to eat what he cooked, I usually just ate this sort of stuff raw. And... well, I'm pretty sure I've told you that I used to hunt out back. That's rarer than this stuff."