picture this: lil shaw (or lil-er shaw, as a lil kiddie), fussing over the glass of milk she’s given with her breakfast till her dad tells her that milk has calcium, and calcium grows bones, so people can grow tall!
now picture an older but only slightly taller shaw, years later, drinking her milk every morning still. where the fuck is that calcium she was promised? how the fuck is that idiot who sits behind her in class still able to use her head as an armrest at recess (at least until she twists his arm behind his back)?
then shaw’s in her teens. some kids get their growth spurt late, she reasons, so she keeps drinking her milk. not only that, she starts gulping it down in larger quantities. she likens it to a brute force approach to getting that damn calcium into her bones.
“go cow or go home,” shaw quips after joining team machine. so when john opens shaw’s fridge after root kidnaps her, and the doors swing open to reveal grenades, guns, rifles, and a half-full quart of milk, and harold asks “have u found anything” and john says “nothing unexpected”
that’s because reese, im sure, has gone on countless stakeouts with his mayhem twin only to wake up in the morning to find shaw standing there in her shorts, guzzling down a carton of milk that she’d picked up along the way. she never found that fuckin calcium in time for a growth spurt but it’s too late for her now. shaw’s gotta have her milk