[He doesn't say anything, but he can hear every single thing she's doing, his ear always trained on her. Yet even though he basically started this cold war, he has no plans to end it. Instead he just continues to look through, sorting through the cabinets before moving to the kitchen where, of course, there are plenty of jars, but they all look "normal." Filled with various herbs, spices, jams. Nothing that looks—]
...Found one.
[It was tucked in the very back, but it was empty jar with similar paw print pattern on it.]
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...Found one.
[It was tucked in the very back, but it was empty jar with similar paw print pattern on it.]