Jason was glad he hadn’t stuck his hand out, he’d have been shaking hands with dead air. His eyes had caught side of the bag, the food stashed into it along with pencils and books. He was nosey, what could he say? If there was an open bag in front of him, he was going to look in it.
“How’re you finding it?” He asked. It had taken him longer than a year to adjust to everything. If it hadn’t been for Scott he probably would have never adjusted. “You… planning on running away? Got a lot of food stashed in there.”
He ducked his head so he was in her eyeline, a small smile on his face showing he was just teasing, “Or are you just… I mean, do you just have a massive appetite?”
She looked like a deer caught in the headlights; Jason wanted to somehow reassure her but he worried he might have been doing the opposite.
“Eeh, it’s okay. I’ll grab something else. Fries’ll be out in a few minutes anyway.” He nodded his head towards her bag, “You an artist, as well as a food-hoarder?”