Oh, human female, I know you are perpetually trying to lose a few pounds. Since the weather’s been bad and exercise is tough because your feet are still six kinds of messed up, you’ve been working on something you call “portion control.” I know it’s been hard, because you really do love to put your snout in the trough and just inhale.
Now, I never try to lose weight, of course, because the more of me, the better, but I’m willing to help you out. Never let it be said that I’m unsympathetic.
Take tonight, for example. Sigyn is visiting her sister, but the blue-haired goddaughter is here for dinner, and we are having fish. These potato-crusted fish-oid objects are actually pretty tasty! I’ve used my magic to make sure you don’t over-eat by right-sizing the “fillets” remaining in the bag.
See? Two for me, two for the human male, two for the blue-haired goddaughter, and this special one for you.