Mio raises an eyebrow. "What do you consider 'cute' then?" She's curious, naturally. She figures fluffy purring things are what most girls wold find cute, herself included. Mio is nowhere immune to their charms, as much as she gripes about the damned things.

Still, there's a hum of agreement. Miserable indeed. "Its own special kind of hell..." Also what the hell all bean diet?? She considers her time in the village, however, and knows that was definitely a time she wouldn't have minded that kind of diet if it meant getting food at all. "True. I guess you could poison its food too but you'd still be stuck with the bodies. Unless ou could use the fur for something..." Who wouldn't want a tribble-fur coat??