Emma tipped her head about the carefully phrased comment that came out of Autumn's mouth, the words spilling from her lips like some kind of confession though Emma didn't quite know what the other woman was. The idea of food not sustaining her... Emma wondered what she was. She didn't want to ask, it seemed almost rude, but then curiosity got the better of her.
She wet her lower lip and took another sip of her milk, fingers then finding a cookie and twisting it apart, breaking the half that didn't have the creamy filling on it in half, just fiddling with the broken piece, turning it over and over between her fingers.
"You're very lucky," she pointed out, "you have- a gorgeous figure and it's even better if you never have to worry about it." She winked and then added, "and I tend to keep to myself to deal with... what I need." She wet her lower lip again and then brushed the pad of her thumb across her upper lip just checking, again, for any sort of moustache. It was always something to be paranoid about.
Leaning forward a little, she lowered her voice. "I'm sorry, curiosity's getting the better of me. What are you?" She flushed a fraction, the colour lifting on her cheekbones before she continued with, "I don't mean to be rude. But I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours?" Her lips twitched into a smile that was approaching cheeky and pushed her hair back behind her ear as it fell forward.