This time, Gretel cut a small, somewhat colorless laugh. Actually it was more or less a breath in the back of her throat- an aborted chuckle, if anything. "Oh, it gets that awkward. Give it time." Killing and being killed over and over by the same people or creatures, for the same reasons...
Okay, maybe tedious was a better word. Still, Gretel sat back in her chair, moving on. "I wanted to give you a chance to ask about it. That's usually the big one people freak out about. Not everyone's as ...collected as you. But you want to move on, we'll move on." Next question.
"How often - and how much -do you need to feed to stay...normal? This place is hard to predict in just about every way except one- it keeps a schedule, and it can be worked around."