[Damn, she's going full mom on him. ... Well, he probably deserves that. With a sigh, he stands up. There's the slightest tremble in his knees that he knows comes from either a lack of food or a lack of nicotine, and in their situation, probably both this time. He's been eating now and then when he can, but he ran out of cigarettes figuring he'd be able to buy some here, and it turns out they were all as fake as the food.
It's a short walk to the little attached house where he grabs a dented, rusty saucepan and a serving spoon, since those suit his size better than the handful of cracked bowls stacked on a shelf, and then he's back in a moment to scoop up a pot of soup and set it beside him to cool.]
You win. I'll eat. Tell me about your people back home, while it's cooling off.
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It's a short walk to the little attached house where he grabs a dented, rusty saucepan and a serving spoon, since those suit his size better than the handful of cracked bowls stacked on a shelf, and then he's back in a moment to scoop up a pot of soup and set it beside him to cool.]
You win. I'll eat. Tell me about your people back home, while it's cooling off.