Kimiko pondered the big bad wolf's words. "I've always found that feeling full detracts from the remaining meal."<br/><br/>She couldn't exactly move, as her arms were bound to her sides by the pastry, but she did manage to turn her head more towards him. "Different strokes for different folks, I guess."<br/><br/>As the meal continued, her arms were stripped of meat, and she was reduced to head, shoulders, a pair of breasts and some wiggling fore-arms wrapped in a narrow strip of puff pastry. There were bones scattered on the platter which had been too much for the wolf to handle, but otherwise he'd practically vacuumed it.