Be quiet. I'm not a child. [even if she often speaks like one. Isuke leans forward, quickly takes a bite out of the onigiri, and settles back against the pillows. the rice is pretty dry and the filling is too mushy to not be something that came out of a can, but she forces herself to chew and swallow anyway.

a grain of rice is stuck to the corner of her mouth. it doesn't look like she notices it.]

Isuke wouldn't even throw this junk to the dogs on the street. Who's the idiot cook trying to kill everyone in the hospital with this? I'll kill them first!