"Sounds like you lived out in the forest." He looked at her, trying to imagine what her life was like. Condemned and called a curse by her own people, roughing it out in the wild... what else did Morana have to put up with?
Mitch had moved from place to place, to different foster homes all his life. The people he'd been surrounded by could be bad or good, but he had always had a roof over his head and never had to worry about where his next meal was coming from. Compared to Morana, he lived the high life. And it didn't make him happy at all.
"We have vegetables and fruits, too," he said, quickly pulling himself out of his thoughts. He pulled out a bowl of different fruits from the fridge. "These might be some of what you're used to..."