Do You Want Me To Wear the Glasses or Not?

"What?" Marigold exclaimed, her awareness slowly returning.

Emma, who was nearby, rushed over to pick up the ball and overheard Susan's comments. She protested loudly, "Mother Susan is badmouthing Choice again! Choice is actually a very good person. He has a lot of interesting things in his room, and even if he bites people, it's only because he's too hungry."

As she spoke, she rolled up her sleeve, revealing a small bite mark that had been generously smeared with thick herbal ointment. "Look, this is the ointment Choice applied for me. It's cool and soothing, quite delightful."

Seeing the wound, Susan furrowed her brow. "When did you get bitten? Was it by a rat?"