Morag looked at Antonin suspiciously, wondering what on earth was wrong with him. 'You don't have to wait,' she told him as she took another bite. 'I'm perfectly comfortable right now.'
Maybe he was hungry? 'Do you want some?' she offered, mentally eying what was left to decide if there was enough to share. There wasn't, she thought. 'I'm sure Leonid could make you some....' she suggested.