[ Bellamy recognizes both the initial denial and the amended admission. After his mother was floated, Bellamy hadn't wanted to eat anything. He'd felt sick at the thought of rations, preferred to forgo everything rather than try to attempt choking down food alone at their table.
But he'd eaten eventually. He'd survived. Ahsoka would too. ]
I can make toast now, [ He offers, mostly proud that he's cribbed Lexa's studies of various kitchen appliances and hasn't burnt anything yet. ] Clint made me some. It isn't too much.
[ Not too much to eat, not a real meal, but just enough to take the edge off. Bellamy's expression is faintly hopeful, the implied offer hanging between them. ]
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[ Bellamy recognizes both the initial denial and the amended admission. After his mother was floated, Bellamy hadn't wanted to eat anything. He'd felt sick at the thought of rations, preferred to forgo everything rather than try to attempt choking down food alone at their table.
But he'd eaten eventually. He'd survived. Ahsoka would too. ]
I can make toast now, [ He offers, mostly proud that he's cribbed Lexa's studies of various kitchen appliances and hasn't burnt anything yet. ] Clint made me some. It isn't too much.
[ Not too much to eat, not a real meal, but just enough to take the edge off. Bellamy's expression is faintly hopeful, the implied offer hanging between them. ]