[He keeps an eye on her as they move through the tables of food. In the end, his selections are similar to hers, but the proportions are lopsided: much more dessert than salad or bread. He follows her back to the room and, after glancing around, sits across from her on the floor, perpendicular to her. One of his legs is extended in front of him, and the other is bent at the knee, pulled up to his chest.
After a few bites, he muses,]
I could get used to this food. I have to admit, I'm not in a hurry to leave.
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After a few bites, he muses,]
I could get used to this food. I have to admit, I'm not in a hurry to leave.