[ no he cannot steal a bite of hers, she wrinkles her nose at him, chin tipping up defiantly, but says nothing. for once. ]
The rice you made.
[ spicy rice with some kind of meat, beef or space lamb or tesco horse meat, she doesn't care and she wouldn't care. food is food and everything is better than a protein cube in prison. she has a feeling it's not as spicy as he would prefer, considering he'd warned her about the chili and then casually ate a bowl himself, but again -- prison. she'll need a few more months.
she extracts her hand easily by giving him something else to hold, pressing a jug of water into his arms to get it out of her way. once she's gotten the bowl of rice out and in the microwave, she takes the water back and tucks it back into the fridge. she leans against the counter as she waits for the food to reheat, fingers curled against the very edge, the position making her arms twist in a familiar way that looks just as painful for her shoulder as the way she was sat on the bench did. ]
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The rice you made.
[ spicy rice with some kind of meat, beef or space lamb or tesco horse meat, she doesn't care and she wouldn't care. food is food and everything is better than a protein cube in prison. she has a feeling it's not as spicy as he would prefer, considering he'd warned her about the chili and then casually ate a bowl himself, but again -- prison. she'll need a few more months.
she extracts her hand easily by giving him something else to hold, pressing a jug of water into his arms to get it out of her way. once she's gotten the bowl of rice out and in the microwave, she takes the water back and tucks it back into the fridge. she leans against the counter as she waits for the food to reheat, fingers curled against the very edge, the position making her arms twist in a familiar way that looks just as painful for her shoulder as the way she was sat on the bench did. ]
Have you been to a fancy party like that before?