"Oh, I don't know about that," she replies, but she's quietly pleased by the sentiment. Halfway through slurping up her pasta, she realizes that Keys is staring at her and she blushes, nose crinkling as she finishes the bite.
She lifts her hand to shield her mouth as she chews, then wipes at at the corner of her lips with her thumb. The comment makes her giggle a little, and she looks up at him from under her lashes as she sticks her fork back into her pasta.
"My meal options growing up were severely limited," she tells him with an easy shrug. "I still can't get over how many options there are here. I made myself sick a couple times when I first got here. I had never had anything fried. Never had ice cream."
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Date: 2023-03-29 05:31 am (UTC)She lifts her hand to shield her mouth as she chews, then wipes at at the corner of her lips with her thumb. The comment makes her giggle a little, and she looks up at him from under her lashes as she sticks her fork back into her pasta.
"My meal options growing up were severely limited," she tells him with an easy shrug. "I still can't get over how many options there are here. I made myself sick a couple times when I first got here. I had never had anything fried. Never had ice cream."