That would be why a good many of them live at the Farm, so they can spread their wings.
To this day, I can't eat them. I ate mine willingly, though I wasn't aware of any poison.
I was gathering that from her conversation. I don't tend to think of people as villains or heroes. We're all very human and have all done very human things — even those of us who aren't technically human. My aunt, whom I regarded as my stepmother, wasn't a bad woman, just an extremely jealous woman who couldn't stand that anyone might be prettier than her. I forgive her, even if I don't want a relationship with her.