"Can't go letting my future husband and father of my future children starve, yeah?" She asked, taking a seat at the table, pulling one knee up to her chest and slouching a little in the wooden chair. She was still trying to figure out just where he was at, emotionally.
"Would you quit worrying about me?" She said with a sigh, that annoyance rising back up in her again for a moment. "Let someone worry about you for a change?"