Werther did not argue with the little girl. He just took a few deep breaths.
After some careful cooking, a table full of delicious food appeared before Tuski. Starving, he grabbed a piece of meat and dug in.
Just as Werther was about to eat, he noticed that Anita had somehow taken a seat at the table and started eating too.
"Mm, not bad. I didn't know you could cook." Grease covered her mouth. She wasn't even using cutlery; hunger had won out over all the table manners she had been taught.
"Even food can't keep your mouth shut? Besides, you're my hostage. Who said you could eat?"
"Hostage? What kind of weird thing is that? I'm hungry, so of course I'm eating. And I want juice." Anita had no idea that "hostage" was what people on Earth, in Werther's previous life, called someone who had been kidnapped.
Werther naturally ignored her demand for juice.
But the little girl threw a fit.
"I want juice! I want juice! I want juice!" Anita shouted three times right beside his ear, looking ready to stop him from eating until she got it.
Helpless, Werther went to the refrigerator for some juice.
Werther found that although Anita could be overbearing, she wasn't unlikeable. She was also remarkably good at reading the situation.
At first, the mere sight of him had nearly scared her to tears. But once she realized he wasn't actually going to hurt her, she acted as though she owned the place.
Werther set a glass of juice in front of Anita.
"What, you're not afraid of me anymore? Not afraid I'll kill you?" Werther looked straight at her, hoping to spot a crack in her composure.
But all he saw were a pair of adorable wide eyes. There was a