Lucea pulls a face. "Jealous of what, exactly?"
"Never mind. And don't eat that. I have brought food from the pack kitchens." He pushes the bowl he brought with him towards her. She feels a little offended. Does he mean the food from her house is bad?
"Why should I eat your food instead of mine?" She glares at him.
"Because it is obviously cold. You want to eat leftovers." He leans back lazily.
"You are right. I am not one to refuse good food. Give that to me."
She pulls the bowl towards her, opens the lid, and devours the food with ungirly gusto. He watches in amusement.
"You seem to enjoy that. There is more food at the party, you know."
She doesn't respond. She concentrates on the food until the bowl is clean.
When she is done, she wipes her mouth and clears the table of everyth
