“You can’t be serious, Sarah yelled as her hand tapped Sasha. Her eyes widened. She then raised both of her hands and covered her mouth. “Sorry Sasha.”
Sasha shrugged it off. “You are as tiny as a quitoasito.”
“A queserito?” Sarah blinked and lowered her hands. Why am I being Compared to a food, she thought.
“No, Master, a quitoasito not queserito, what ever that is.” Sasha left nostril raised slightly as she huffed. “The insect in question has a stringer, a hard shell, with soft edible juicy flesh on the side. It feasts on blood and the young of other creatures. They resemble red eyes but possess superior perception.”
“Are you calling me a bug?” Sarah shrieked.
Sasha smirked. “Of course not, master.”
Sarah huffed as she folded her arms. “Whatever.”