[He was going to say something about the drip. Really, he was. He just...got stuck. On the fact that Edward was watching him with those fucking striking green eyes and instead of opening his mouth to say 'You're about to drip', his blush darkened and he tried to hide his little bit of fluster by grabbing his lemonade. By the time he'd taken a drink and felt a little less he might be a stuttering idiot, the drip had already dropped and the moment had passed.]

Food is food. The enjoyable part is the company.

[Had he really just said that?

He cleared his throat and glanced away and in doing so he missed the displeased look that told that the current of their conversation had hit a bend.]

I-?

[He was quick to look back, the blush replaced by a confused furrow to his brows.]

Edward, I didn't mean to upset you. I didn't mean that I wouldn't be honest with you, cause I will. I just- [He cut himself off with a small frown before he wiped his hands and reached forward to lightly touch the back of one of Edward's.]

For a while when I was a kid, we didn't have a whole lot. What we did have was a lot of out of date stuff from the food pantry. My mom wasn't the best of cooks, but we made it work.

I don't do it to that extent anymore, trust me when I say that I never want to taste another weevil again in my life, but I still have...issues with food waste. It's something I've been working on. If it won't kill me, I don't see any reason not to eat something.

If- if it really bothers you...I'll try? You might have to remind me, but I'll try.