A loaf of bread, a jug of wine
Neuro was outside a Chinese restaurant that had an eating competition. He watched as Yako scarfed down a plate towering with Chinese dumplings. Several people stared in disbelief. Neuro was actually proud that his "woodlouse" could beat anyone in an eating contest. It was freaky just how much she could eat. It didn't seem humanly possible
How the hell can anyone eat that much? Definitely, since if they were a lowly, measly human. It can possibly because they need to use it to think. Ok, maybe it wasn't how someone could eat that much, Neuro thought, but how someone that skinny, who stays that skinny, eat that much. She was a twig, metaphorically speaking.
Neuro walked back to the office, while pondering the logic in the little non-eatable puzzle.
Back at the office Neuro watched the clock. Hearing footsteps distinctly Yako's, he slid the minute hand a bit farther, just enough to make her reasonably late.
"HA! I'M ON-"
The clock smashes into her head wit a satisfying thunk .
After an hour or two, Neuro started staring at Yako's ankles, then her wrists. Which were very boney. Neuro was thinking about that puzzle. It was like a fly, buzzing around his head. Very soft, but loud enough to be annoying.
She started to pull out a wrapped cheese. Then bread. She unwrapped the cheese, and ripped off a hunk of bread. She's eating again. How is that possible.
"What are you doing, dishrag?"
"Eating."
"I can see that. My question is why."
" 'cause I'm hungry."
" Then how is it possible to eat as much as you do, dishrag?"
" Oh, that's easy. High matabolism"
Neuro then threw a very heavy paper weight. "shut up, wood louse"