Envy could sense she was bothered by it, but unlike her he didn't care. It was curious. Envy didn't treat people fair or nicely. It wasn't his way. "Something crawl up your ass?" She puffed up like a cat with it's fur out.
He took the foil off the pastry with the point of his knife, ripping through it as if he were performing surgery. What came after was about just as intense. The pop-tart bleeding out it's gooey strawberry center (which looked more like congealed flesh) that he stuck on the end of the knife to eat off of.