Matt m' prisnor, Ifin'ya' need t' be askin tet question i must b' doin somtin wrong.
she walks to the bowl of pudding, scoops a taste up with her index finger, stands just out of Matts reach, tilts her head forward slightly, looking him in the eye, her eyes dancing, she softly licks the pudding off of her index finger ending the taste with the tip of her finger aginst the soft pout of her lower lip.
Would y' like anoter taste?