Staring at the apple in her lap, confused by the unprompted act of charity and briefly wondering if there was some sort of catch but too hungry to be too skeptical, Mabelle never thought she'd be so grateful for something she used to think was only good for still lives and cider. But it was better than anything she had eaten in awhile, and hesitantly picking it up, Mabelle took a small bite quickly followed by another larger bite. As tart as it was, it barely mattered. It was difficult not devouring the apple as fast as she could chew, only trying to slow down the pace to delay having to speak since he told her to stay quiet anyway.
Not understanding why she couldn't leave, and as uncertain as she was about how this was going to proceed, she wasn't going to argue if he wasn't kicking her out. Trusting Michel didn't have any plans of harming her after giving her food because it'd only be a waste of produce, she watched him start the fire while gnawing down the apple straight through the core.