"I'm not a snob!" Marcie objected, frowning at the trays of chicken Much had placed on the table. "I just- have standards." Her shoulders rose a bit defensively, even though she knew Much was teasing her, because she didn't want him to think that she thought she was too good for him or anything, because she didn't, not at all, but soup kitchens were for other people who actually needed it. Food paid for by a friend was not the same thing at all.
Wait, had Kaden ever had to go to a soup kitchen? The thought made her feel a bit queasy that he might get the wrong idea from her.