Ahh, it does a shapeshifter's heart good to break some stuff. Kinda. Baby steps, she's still getting her feet under her.

"Mustard's gross anyway," she declares, flopping beside Edgar and craning her neck to snap up one of the rolls. Rather than try to construct a sandwich with no opposable thumbs, she just grabs a mouthful of salami, too, chewing both meat and bread together.