Ezra's fork pauses on its way to his mouth. Even though Garth'zel had told him he'd be fed on this job, it's still something amazing for someone to feed him more than once. Lunch would be the third meal in a row.
Don't question it, he tells himself, sticking his fork in his mouth. It won't last anyway. He's gonna leave in a few days, when I run out of stuff to show him. He deflates at the thought, eyes dropping down to the table. He still hasn't figured out what to do about that.
He finishes his pie in silence, fruit going into his pocket out of habit. A promise of lunch is all well and good, but it's not certain. Besides, he's feeling too full to eat anything else right now. His small stomach's not used to so much food. Sipping his water, he tries not to fidget while he waits for Garth'zel to finish his stew. (He's not very successful at not fidgeting. He is only eight years old.)
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Date: 2018-08-22 01:35 pm (UTC)From:Don't question it, he tells himself, sticking his fork in his mouth. It won't last anyway. He's gonna leave in a few days, when I run out of stuff to show him. He deflates at the thought, eyes dropping down to the table. He still hasn't figured out what to do about that.
He finishes his pie in silence, fruit going into his pocket out of habit. A promise of lunch is all well and good, but it's not certain. Besides, he's feeling too full to eat anything else right now. His small stomach's not used to so much food. Sipping his water, he tries not to fidget while he waits for Garth'zel to finish his stew. (He's not very successful at not fidgeting. He is only eight years old.)