[ Abigail doesn't usually wake up this early, but there had been so many puppies in her bed that she gave up trying to go back to sleep. Caffeine and some kind of breakfast are absolutely essential, which is why she goes to find herself something, rather than waiting to eat with Hannibal, as she often does.
It dawns on her belatedly that her surroundings are looking particularly drab, but maybe it's just the morning light messing with her. It doesn't occur to her that there might be other disturbances to her environment, besides the profusion of puppies, until she sees a guy in the kitchen having a complete meltdown over some blueberries covered in fuzzy mold. Immediately assuming the worst, she goes over to the fridge and yanks the door open, asking: ]
Oh no, don't tell me all the food's gone bad...
[ She has no way of knowing, of course, that Ned expected the fruit to be rotten ]
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It dawns on her belatedly that her surroundings are looking particularly drab, but maybe it's just the morning light messing with her. It doesn't occur to her that there might be other disturbances to her environment, besides the profusion of puppies, until she sees a guy in the kitchen having a complete meltdown over some blueberries covered in fuzzy mold. Immediately assuming the worst, she goes over to the fridge and yanks the door open, asking: ]
Oh no, don't tell me all the food's gone bad...
[ She has no way of knowing, of course, that Ned expected the fruit to be rotten ]