He smiles. Actually smiles. Well isn't that something.
Of course, now that the edge has been taken off -- she could eat more, absolutely, but she can also manage fine without and will do until she knows what sort of rations they're working with here -- there's nothing to distract from that other gnawing sense of hunger. The one that has nothing to do with food.
"So...thanks for that, then." She nods to the empty plate, pressing a palm to the edge of her chair and hauling herself upwards as Frank continues to feed the dogs, who seemed to know this had been coming and had been biding their time up 'til now. "Used to cooking for strangers you run into in the woods, are you?"
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Of course, now that the edge has been taken off -- she could eat more, absolutely, but she can also manage fine without and will do until she knows what sort of rations they're working with here -- there's nothing to distract from that other gnawing sense of hunger. The one that has nothing to do with food.
"So...thanks for that, then." She nods to the empty plate, pressing a palm to the edge of her chair and hauling herself upwards as Frank continues to feed the dogs, who seemed to know this had been coming and had been biding their time up 'til now. "Used to cooking for strangers you run into in the woods, are you?"