Her expression was fond as she looked at him then, collecting the last things they needed before following him out to that wide open stretch of dark wood floor between wall and bookshelf where they were all set to eat. "No, thank you. Sit sit." She bent to set the pitcher of Thai tea down, then folded her legs beneath her with practiced ease and all but melted to a seated position on the floor, her back against the couch behind them. "Unless you wanted something else? This is all I had planned for dinner."
More than enough food for a light dinner for the two of them, even with their Were nature, without plates or silverware beyond the spoon the sweet-tangy sauce meant to be drizzled over the lettuce wraps once they had assembled them. She had thought it might appeal to him to eat with his hands for his birthday.