"One day that bottomless pit will fill up and you'll never eat again." He led her into the kitchen, as if she didn't know the way already, and sought out a counter to set down the take-away. Two plates were out, ready with silverware and wine glasses. Bit silly, really. Most people were content to eat take-away out of the containers. But most people weren't quite as finicky as Theodore, who hadn't eaten a full, proper meal in days.
"Busy. Bored. Yesterday I was exceptionally irritated but I seem to have recovered myself." He gave Melinda a brief smile before pouring two glasses of wine and trying not to laugh at how undersized she looked with a cello slung over her back. "How you drag that thing around by hand is beyond me."