"Oh pfft." Abigail smiled towards Lucy. "You're not a freak, love, and neither is my Mishka. You are as the gods, or nature, or whatever, made you, and Mishka is no more a freak than the victim of a violent crime is a freak. You are not your condition, and she is not the obscenity that was done to her. And neither of you are unholy." She smiled lovingly at Mishka. "My Mishka may be blasphemous to Lolth, but I don't think that quite counts." Abigail gave a slight laugh before turning to Titian. "Why? You eats bugs, dear?" More laughter. "Of course not, silly! It's breakfast, silly! If you're expecting me to cook something exotic and Drow for you, I can't. Besides, we don't get spiders that large here to even try half their dishes!"