She frowned, huffing. There was no way he was just going to give her shelter, food — just give, with no expectations? ‘how is this supposed to work? I have NOTHING. No clothes no money no home. Really you’re just going to give me things?’
“I have a lot to give,” he said with a shrug. He didn’t expect her to give him anything and he knew she wouldn’t be staying with him for forever. When the steak was done, he brought it over to her with a knife and fork. “Here, eat this.” He set it down in front of her before returning to the kitchen.
She gave up. The steak smelled amazing, and her stomach growled. She tapped her hands together quickly, to get his attention, and wrote, ‘may I have some water please?’ If he was going to insist on giving her things, she was going to be as polite as possible about asking. Maybe he would let her have a shower after she ate?
Just like with the apple, she took her time about starting in, breathing deep of the way the steak smelled, before putting a bit in her mouth. She was hard put to it not to just devour the whole thing as fast as she could. It had been so long since she’d eaten anything other than fast food or whatever cheap cold food she could get at the grocery store with the small change people gave her.
In between bites, again, she wrote out a list of things she wanted to know. Where could she get clothes? Where would she sleep?