[ She may be an Outcast - whatever that is, and he kind of wants to ask, except that it sounds like it's a long and not exactly happy story - but she reacts to food just like most of the teenagers he knows. ...and the soldiers, but he's not sure that's an apt comparison.
He grins as he leans on the counter a little, grabbing a piece of vegetable with his own fingers and munching on it. What the hell, who needs a fork. ]
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He grins as he leans on the counter a little, grabbing a piece of vegetable with his own fingers and munching on it. What the hell, who needs a fork. ]
Food it is. I'm Sam, by the way.