[She's pretty sure the last time she was allowed to have anything like this, she was five. Actually, she can still kind of remember the way it tastes, just from the smell of it alone. He's given her a lot, far more than she'd allow herself to have. And she almost tells him to pass over the can so she can add more to his share. But she thinks that won't go over well with him.
So she smiles and takes the spoon from him, before leading the way back over to the bed so they can sit and eat comfortably. She takes small bites and cautious swallows, only managing to eat about half of what he's given her in the end. What's left is passed over to him, with a pathetic look on her face that says she doesn't want to eat anymore.]
You know, this is kind of like a dinner date.
[She breaks the silence and points out what may not be obvious to him. Chrissy doesn't need expensive meals or a night out on the town to make a moment feel special. All she really ever wants is to know the person with her cares about her. And Eddie wouldn't be here with her if he didn't care at least a little.]
You even made me dinner.
[Okay, he may not count opening a can of spaghettios and eating them cold as making dinner. But it's close enough that it counts. And she chooses to be optimistic about this whole thing. Now that the immediate concern of being discovered and Eddie being taken away feels less likely thanks to rest and the fact that it's quiet here at Rick's, Chrissy can relax enough to be hopeful.]
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So she smiles and takes the spoon from him, before leading the way back over to the bed so they can sit and eat comfortably. She takes small bites and cautious swallows, only managing to eat about half of what he's given her in the end. What's left is passed over to him, with a pathetic look on her face that says she doesn't want to eat anymore.]
You know, this is kind of like a dinner date.
[She breaks the silence and points out what may not be obvious to him. Chrissy doesn't need expensive meals or a night out on the town to make a moment feel special. All she really ever wants is to know the person with her cares about her. And Eddie wouldn't be here with her if he didn't care at least a little.]
You even made me dinner.
[Okay, he may not count opening a can of spaghettios and eating them cold as making dinner. But it's close enough that it counts. And she chooses to be optimistic about this whole thing. Now that the immediate concern of being discovered and Eddie being taken away feels less likely thanks to rest and the fact that it's quiet here at Rick's, Chrissy can relax enough to be hopeful.]