[Chrissy knows better than to take up space in a conversation about what she can or can't eat. She's been conditioned to shrink back and relent, whether it's her mom yelling at her to not eat something or Jason practically forcing fries down her throat because he wants to look like a cute couple sharing something together. When Eddie speaks up, she glances back over at him with wide eyes. And she gives a quick nod, though her unease melts away as he makes his deal with her.]
I'm holding you to that, [She lightly teases, glad that there's not an argument looming over them. The kitchen is too tiny for any anger or tension, and she finds herself humming Duran Duran as she crouches down to peek in the low cabinets. It's while she's enjoying her rendition of Hungry Like the Wolf that she spots something that makes her gasp out in surprise.]
Eddie, look!
[She pulls out a can of Spaghettios. Obviously it's not ideal, but it's something. And right now, she thinks he needs any little tiny sliver of hope he can hold onto. She's smiling in satisfaction as she tosses it over to him.]
There's a couple more cans. I think we'll be okay for a day or two.
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I'm holding you to that, [She lightly teases, glad that there's not an argument looming over them. The kitchen is too tiny for any anger or tension, and she finds herself humming Duran Duran as she crouches down to peek in the low cabinets. It's while she's enjoying her rendition of Hungry Like the Wolf that she spots something that makes her gasp out in surprise.]
Eddie, look!
[She pulls out a can of Spaghettios. Obviously it's not ideal, but it's something. And right now, she thinks he needs any little tiny sliver of hope he can hold onto. She's smiling in satisfaction as she tosses it over to him.]
There's a couple more cans. I think we'll be okay for a day or two.