He watched her curiously as he set out their plates on the counter and she poked a jam jar. Morana reminded him of Dorian quite a bit. Both shared a childlike wonder for the new things around them, though Dorian tended to be more talkative and enthusiastic. There was nothing wrong with being shy or quiet either, he knew.
"That's grape jam," Mitch said. "And the other one's strawberry. Here's how ya open these..." He reached for the strawberry one and with a good twist, opened the lid. Then he held a spoon out to her, and added, "This goes well with toast, or just plain bread." The bread he'd grabbed had been pre-sliced and waiting.
He hesitated, not sure to keep on explaining or not. Morana wasn't a little kid, and Mitchell didn't want to imply that she couldn't do things on her own if she wanted. Teaching wasn't something the young man thought he had a knack for, or so he thought. 'I hope I'm helpin' her out right...'