Belinda, with height measuring in stories rather than feet and width that nearly spans an intersection, looks around at the little people that barely come up to her ankles before her stomach audibly growls.
"OH YEAH... HUNGRY." She bellows, before reaching back and scratching her ass. Feels like some kind of insect crawling around back there... of course, it's the helpless Mr. TF caught between her buttcheeks, and her roving fingers soon find him, and pluck him out. She pulls him up to eyelevel, holding him by the neck of his shirt.
"YOU'RE THE CAKE MAN, RIGHT?"
"Why... why... yes..." He stammers in response.
"I'M HUNGRY. MAKE ME SOME MORE FOOD." She turns around and sets him down in the ruins of his store and turns around. "I'M GONNA GO TAKE A WALK. I'LL BE BACK IN A FEW MINUTES, AND BY THEN I BETTER HAVE A FEAST READY, OR..."
She doesn't say what she's going to do, just stomps her foot in the pavement, leaving a five-foot deep crater shaped like her foot behind before stomping off.