"I'm only ten, I don't think I'm supposed to be subtle." She answered simply. But she wasn't subtle, especially when it came to food. When you could read anything you wanted to eat out of a book, what was the point.
"Everybody, and not the stinky bread neither. Something that will tide them all over if you're not going to let us out. For me, I'd like a pen or a pencil. It's really boring in here and I'd really like to doodle on the walls." Would he care if she drew on the walls of the prison? She doubted it. But she didn't really want to draw on the walls. No, she wanted it to write herself things. And perhaps the others too. Like thicker blankets, or a way out. Holes in walls... Stuff like that.