When the food came, Savannah stared at the toast in silence for a long moment. She liked toast, as a rule, but after going so long without eating, it felt to her like a disgusting habit better broken -- like biting your fingernails or wearing horizontal stripes.
Still, one look at Molly assured her that the other girl was not going to back down on her ultimatum. She picked up a piece of toast, mind instantly whirling to how much butter had likely been used to cook it and how many calories said butter contained. Restaurants put butter on everything -- that was just a fact of life.
Her fingers pulled at the bread, tearing off small pieces and slowly putting them in her mouth. One at a time. Chew, then swallow. She could do this.