Just smile and be happy.
Zavien laughs lightly back at Hawthorn's comments and Erica shakes the wet ladle at him. "Absolutely. It will take at least monthly visits to put meat on those bones. I expect to see you back here before Flowerbirth." There is no room for discussion in her stern tone or facial expression. As she turns back to stirring the pot, Zavien attempts to whisper to Hawthorn, "It might be best to run before she has a chance to catch you." He recalls the tight grasp of her hug and imagines what it may be if she finally caught an escaping work-in-progress. It gives him shivers and he almost laughs before he notices her eyes piercing into his, practically commanding him to "EAT". Smiling nervously, he continues to dig into his own soup, slurping the noodles gratefully into his mouth.
While enjoying the deliciously savory blink hare stew, he notices Hawthorn slowing down. Having had plenty of practice devouring the ungodly amount of food, Zavien quickly pours most of the rest into his own bowl when Erica isn't looking. When she checks on their progress, seeing that Zavien still has a long way to go, she bops him upside the head. "You're slacking, Z! Even this twig of a boy has eaten more than you!" Shaking her head in disgust, the chef starts attending to her ingredients, chopping them while muttering under her breath about "wasting away" and "expecting better." Zavien winks at Hawthorn, glad that at least he won't be subjected to Erica's wrath. "Filling is an understatement."
He works at the bowl with practiced efficiency, talking around a few bites at Hawthorn, "Do you plan to stay awhile? Or do you have to get back?" A part of him hopes the man stays, but he doesn't want to keep him from his work.
While enjoying the deliciously savory blink hare stew, he notices Hawthorn slowing down. Having had plenty of practice devouring the ungodly amount of food, Zavien quickly pours most of the rest into his own bowl when Erica isn't looking. When she checks on their progress, seeing that Zavien still has a long way to go, she bops him upside the head. "You're slacking, Z! Even this twig of a boy has eaten more than you!" Shaking her head in disgust, the chef starts attending to her ingredients, chopping them while muttering under her breath about "wasting away" and "expecting better." Zavien winks at Hawthorn, glad that at least he won't be subjected to Erica's wrath. "Filling is an understatement."
He works at the bowl with practiced efficiency, talking around a few bites at Hawthorn, "Do you plan to stay awhile? Or do you have to get back?" A part of him hopes the man stays, but he doesn't want to keep him from his work.
Zavien
