Penny & Cassie
A fancy food outing group? Of course, Cassie was there. Being the underground fighter that she was, carbs were her best friend. Being a powered individual tended to stroke the hunger, too. It made life pretty amazing, so she wouldn't ever complain.
She had spotted the kid looking over the table with that certain look in her eye. Cassie knew that look. She'd had the look once in her life before she found her niche. Before she had finally "made it" in the circuit and local fight clubs. It wasn't a dazzling life, but it was better than nothing.
"Looks like someone's got an appetite," Cassie said with a grin, arms crossed and leaning against the table's edge just in front of Penny.