It's all yours if you want it. That should tide you over until dinner tonight.

[He moved to the fridge to pull out juice at her request. He returned with a glass and set it on the table where Jinx was settling in. He pulled out his own chair and eased himself into it, crossing one leg over the other at the knee.]

Perhaps eat before you check your messages.

[It had been three days since she had eaten and drank, and neither one of them had much body fat to lose as it usually was with fissure folk.]