Savannah blinks. "Okay. Well if you're doing that thing you do where you're worried about my innocence or some shit, don't bother, I got this."
"Yup. I know me better than you do. I'm not freaking out about killing them, but I do want to be as prepared as possible if this shit ever happens again." Pause. "So, I want to eat all of their hearts."
"If you say so. Were there any critters? You can't use those, right?"
"Two. I don't think I can use those. I can always try," she shrugs. "If all else fails, guess I have dinner early."
"It's the practical thing to do, and they're surprisingly delicious."
"Guess so! I'm not complaining. I'd still do it if it wasn't delicious, but I'd probably have a harder time at chewing it."
"Done," she says, once she's eaten the hearts of everyone they've killed. Her face is covered in blood and gore. "Time to check on the ink monster?"
"I'll remake it when we get home, certainly. It seems like it could be useful."
Bella heaves herself up onto her paws.
Is the ink monster still there, noticeably alive?
There is a puddle of goo. It doesn't slosh around.
"How do we tell?" wonders Bella.
"I don't know if it's smart enough to play dead, but I don't know that it's not either."
He goes off, grabs a flashlight, and then flies up and shines a light down at the ground in front of the ink monster. Is it going to go into the light? Or has it already done so? (Ha.)
"Looks dead," sighs Bella. "I guess I didn't really have a good idea of how to retrain it, anyway..."
"Imagine trying to play fetch with it. It'd be a nightmare."
"I think I'd find it very satisfying if I played 'fetch your old boss's boss', personally."