_{[His reaction has her face falling, the smile sliding away as she feels his grip go loose. Something inside of her twists, her lips turning down with the weight of an oncoming pout.]}

Why? Why isn't it okay? Why does everyone think it's so terrible or wrong to be what I am?

_{[For how sweet the crepe had been there's a sour taste in her mouth as she finds herself pulling away from him, only to stand before him.]}

I'm not forcing you to be anything you don't want to be...but don't insult me. Is that what you're going to tell our children when they hatch? That they're not okay?