True to his word Eli came back the next night, bringing a pack of biscuits for each of us that he said he had stolen from the cupboard in the packs kitchen.
‘What is your favourite colour?’ Eli asked as he sat outside of the cell watching Lily whilst she ate the chocolate covered digestives he had brought for her under the light from the small oil lamp that he had brought back with him.
‘Black’ Lily replied decisively.
‘Why black?’ Eli asked surprised.
‘Because it goes with everything, it doesn’t have a multitude of shades like other colours, any shade off of black is a grey so it’s never trying to be something it is not. It’s a strong colour yet it’s not flamboyant like a yellow, so you can show strength and humility at the same time’ Lily replied.
‘OK, what about food? What is your
