She loves literally being a bitch.
On the way back from the gun battery, we speak with Mess Sergeant Gardner. He introduces himself as the ship’s cook and handyman.
Me: Do you want to ask him if he needs anything else?
Mom: Sure, we’ll be nice to this guy because he has food.
Me: So, you’ll be friends with anyone who feeds you. You are basically a dog.
Mom: Pretty much yes.
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