"I'm so hungry..." her piglike voice squeals, before she lucks her lips with a noticeably larger tongue.
"Well, uh..." you stammer, your heart pindung fit to burst, a nervously trembling hand running through your hair, "you want me to uh... Ask for some room service or something? I can go and, uh..."
You don't get the chance to do that, for no sooner than had you trailed off, did the door open and several platters of food wheel themselves in on gurneys.
"Ooh, yummy!" she claps her hands together excitedly, and you could swear that she has less fingers somehow. This is all beginning to be too much for you, and you immediately feel regret now that it's actually happening to her.
"You know, maybe we should, ah... Get..." you start to say, but realize that she isn't listening to a word you say - her face is buried in a huge bowl of applesauce and is eating voraciously.
She lifts a slightly thicker, pudgier face up from the bowl and begins to speak...