[Angela just reacts like talking about these things is so normal that... it kind of makes it easier, even if her cheeks are still bright red, forelegs rubbing together fit enough to start a small fire.]

On my back...

[Okay, but she can't do this with both her hands full, she's got to at least slap one palm to her cheek, so she pops the cheese in her mouth to mumble around in order to facilitate this very necessary action.]

And since it was nice to not have to support all that weight, I found a really nice tree with low branches, and that made doing it normal... also nicer...

[So maybe she should have realized that one key to feeling good was eliminating the obvious negatives to her and her husband's very dramatic size difference, but... she's somehow pretty impressed with the realization that getting a literal ton in weight off her backside had helped her focus on much more pleasurable things.

Just going to gulp some more of that wine down, though.]

I probably should have asked sooner, huh? You know a lot...

[Which she just says normally until realizing a bit later that it might could sound like she just called Angela a loose woman??]

I mean- In the good, knowledgeable way!