"I don't know. Maybe. He wrote Cujo and Carrie and Christine and like, a million other books about Maine or something. My dad was a big fan." In some regards, Howard's is only slightly better than Anwei's.

He looks a bit disappointed, as if he's lost some idea of kin he had with her. "Oh, no, I thought you just did it naturally."

He probably wouldn't waste food like that, but there's no guarantee he wouldn't try to make Anwei eat a chair or something.