"I had a feeling," Chas said, still eying him. Not that she could fathom the idea of physically fighting Patience, she was much too protective of her twin for that. But they had a different dynamic than Marek and Melinda did. And besides, Chas knew he'd been arguing with her before, so she could only assume. "She really didn't like you taking that scarf, huh?"
After a moment, she closed the door and took the food from him with a faint smile. Absentmindedly, one of her hands fell to the slight curve of her belly just as she lifted the bag and inhaled deeply. "Salazar, that smells good." Snorting slightly, she added, "Yeah, I think we approve." The 'we' was knew... a bit odd, but somehow not at the same time. "Come on," she said, nodding at the doorway as she said, "Kitchen's this way. You can sit before you fall down or something, gimpy."