Vic stared at his daughter for a moment, torn between a creeping anxiety that she could be eating something that was acceptable to the resident aliens, but might be poison to humans, and the fact that growing all that hair was responsible for Chel’s appetite.  He let her eat a few more bites against his better judgement, then stated, “That includes food, Chel.”

“But I’m hungry and it hasn’t made me sick before!”  Chel protested taking another bite of a little pastry with a juicy blue filling.