Characters: Grey and Elena When: Wednesday Evening Location: Snack kitchen Warnings/Rating: Probable language Summary: Grey wants food, presumably Elena does too. Status: Closed/Ongoing
Since Lex had arrived Grey hadn't been around for during the official meal times much, it wasn't that she'd lost her appetite there was little on Earth that could achieve that, she'd just come to favour the grab and run approach to eating, largely because she and Lex could be a bit unsuitable for public consummation when they were together and being together had been a bit of priority lately. Still she couldn't spend the whole time in bed with him, as tempting as it was, or as tempting as he was rather. She needed food and she supposed really it was about time she make friends and have conversations with people in the flesh rather than just over the network. Friends would be nice, she'd lost most of the ones she had at home due to circumstances and while she could in theory talk to Lex about anything it wasn't quite the same.
So there she was in the snack kitchen, trying to decide what to actually throw together, she wasn't good at making choices and there was quite a bit of choice at the moment, she wondered how long the food would last, and what would happen when or if it ran out. Still the train didn't seem to want to kill people so it'd probably be fine. Doing the classic thing and staring vacantly into the fridge in the hope that something would jump out at her (though hopefully not literally), she looked round as she heard footsteps, smiling slightly tiredly when she saw Elena.
"You don't fancy telling me what to eat, do you?" she asked.