Eventually, she gets hungry. Of course she does. Sometimes, she thinks there's a part of her that will always be hungry, no matter how much or how often she eats. This is one of those times. But besides that, she was just off training. All that exercise put a dent in her energy reserves -- magical and physical, both. It's only natural she'd get hungry.
But as she meanders around the dining and kitchen cars, trying to think of what she wants to eat... She runs into a problem.
Around this time, normally, she'd be eating Mami's cooking. And what she wants most, more than anything else in the whole world right now... is to eat Mami's cooking.
It makes her feel like a little kid again, because there's a part of her that wants to throw a tantrum about it. I want Mami's cooking, or else! Except that "or else" wouldn't really get her anywhere. She isn't about to refuse to eat at all unless it's something Mami made for her. And who exactly would she make empty threats to? There's nothing to do but suck it up and figure something out.
Her mood is low, low, visibly low in the sag of her shoulders and the furrow of her brow. She ends up digging up some bread and cheese out of storage. She drops her ingredients on the little counter next to her stove, which happens to be next to an occupied one. She glances over at the person cooking next to her, and... before she even sets a pan on hers, she's leaning over into their space to take a look.
"Hey... What are you making?" There's distinctly less energy in her voice, making it fall flat and sound almost disinterested.
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But as she meanders around the dining and kitchen cars, trying to think of what she wants to eat... She runs into a problem.
Around this time, normally, she'd be eating Mami's cooking. And what she wants most, more than anything else in the whole world right now... is to eat Mami's cooking.
It makes her feel like a little kid again, because there's a part of her that wants to throw a tantrum about it. I want Mami's cooking, or else! Except that "or else" wouldn't really get her anywhere. She isn't about to refuse to eat at all unless it's something Mami made for her. And who exactly would she make empty threats to? There's nothing to do but suck it up and figure something out.
Her mood is low, low, visibly low in the sag of her shoulders and the furrow of her brow. She ends up digging up some bread and cheese out of storage. She drops her ingredients on the little counter next to her stove, which happens to be next to an occupied one. She glances over at the person cooking next to her, and... before she even sets a pan on hers, she's leaning over into their space to take a look.
"Hey... What are you making?" There's distinctly less energy in her voice, making it fall flat and sound almost disinterested.