"We're both going to be pigs." Elle said.
"Pigs??!!" Steven exclaimed. "Oh, no."
"Not a meat animal" they both thought quietly. The worst case case scenario for a teen.
Each of them thought how they'd soon suffer the indignation of stripping down in front of strangers, receive a painful injection, undergo an even more painful transformation, only to spend the rest of their days in a crowded muddy sty, being fattened, and wondering what quality of bacon or pork they would make after the inevitable slaughter.
"You think maybe they made a mistake?" asked Steven with some hope.
"I doubt it, little brother" Elle replied.
"Do you think there's anything we can do to change their mind?" Steven asked, trying desperately to figure a way out of this fate.
Elle thought for a moment. "Hmmm...maybe we can't change our species, but we can change our fate of being roasted on a pit with an apple in our mouths."
Steven wondered what she meant.