A warm meal and a quiet night

KIADA we are all just fighting to survive a world, where 'i miss you' doesn't mean I'm coming back. She listens, a soft smile playing on her lips as she focuses on Chulane’s explanation – a chime of laughter slipping from her lips despite the exhaustion that weighs on her shoulders now that she’s taken a moment to simply be. “Even if they were vegetables that rolled across all of Snowcloak, I’d still eat them.” She replies easily, flashing him a wider smile before she’s picking up a fork and looking down to the plate now – half debating whether or not to add that it’s because he’d put this all together and she could care less about where it came from. Still, she follows his lead, grabbing the gravy and pouring it over the plate and diving into the meat first, finding it easier to try and down the protein before she got too full on the potatoes (regardless of how much she loved carbs and the like), and as soon as it hits her tongue she can taste it melting on her tongue – a satisfied sigh leaving her as she takes her time to down the bite even as his question is aired. And when she swallows it, her iceberg gaze finds him again and offers a bright smile back. “It’s amazing, Chuy, thank you.” She gives him all the honesty she can, none of the flirtatious tones within this sweet gesture. “You went through all of this just for me?” She asks, piercing a potato and taking a bite of that as well as she focuses on him to answer her question. and 'I love you' doesn't mean I'll stay...