Horror brought the kid to where Killer usually sat. The boss had wanted her right at his side, and if she'd taken Error's spot, he would've thrown a fit like no other. Thus, Killer, and in extension Dust, were both moved a seat down. Horror was, too, of course, but he had a feeling he wasn't going to be sitting. If this kid had nothing, she wouldn't know how to eat with utensils, which would leave Horror to have to feed her because Error wouldn't do it, and the other two weren't very gentle. "thank you, horror." Nightmare said dismissively as he lifted all the covers of their plates with his tendrils. Dinner tonight was steak and shrimp with a side of mashed potatoes, sautéed asparagus, and a lava cake for dessert. There were cups of red wine for the adults, aside from Error, who always insisted on chocolate milk and grape juice for the kid. Just as Horror expected, the little skeleton reached eagerly at the food with her hands, utensils nonexistent to her eyelights. Horror was about to turn to feed her, but Nightmare surprised him when he caught her hand and guided it below the table. He took up her spoon and gathered some potatoes on it for her. "ah." The little Guardian opened her mouth, and he fed it to her.

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Everyone watched Nightmare feed Fable without a second thought. His expression was still cold and stony, but she could feel that he had no ill intentions towards her, so she ate up. The shrimp was covered in some strange sour sauce that made her recoil and try to spit it out. "no. eat it. food will not be wasted in my home. horror worked hard on this meal." Of course, Fable didn't understand the words all that well, but she understood that it would make someone sad if she didn't eat the sour stuff, so with great difficulty she ate it all. Anything to make someone happy. When her plate was finished, the skeleopus started to eat his dinner. It was at this time that he noticed everyone staring. "what? i don't want my dining room a mess from little filthy hands." Fable reached for her juice and almost knocked I over, but Nightmare was quick to catch it and help her drink, not batting an eye as he glared at the guys. "suuuure boss, whatever you say." Dust turned to eat his own dinner.

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Error was gone pretty quickly once he was done. Dust left after, grumbling about little brats brainwashing people. Killer stayed loyally in place, and Horror started to pick up all the finished plates and such. "want me to carry the kid back, boss? she, uh, kinda passed out." Horror pointed to the snoozing child, who'd gotten so comfortably full that she practically had to sleep. Nightmare looked down at the child impassively before looking back at Horror. "i can handle it." The king stood from his seat and collected Fable from hers before heading to their prison. He faltered in step as the child curled into him, her little hands grabbing his sweater. She was... happy. Content in his hold. A part of him was terrified of this - he wanted to drop her and go to his office to pretend it never happened. Part of him wanted to hold her closer, revel in the moment of comfort without anyone knowing. Instead, he went with option three, bringing her to Dream and dumping her in his arms. "the brat, unharmed." He said cooly before shutting and locking the door behind him.