A few days ago, the constant hunger and the amount of food it drove her to consume had been embarrassing to Sarah, but lately it had been less so because the hunger had been worse and appeasing it had not just seemed smart, but more and more necessary. Of course, a few days ago, she'd also brushed it off as some weird metabolism change or odd L.A.-special flu.
Pausing with the next cookie nearly to her lips, she eyed Peter over her hand, eyebrows raising. "You've got The Look. I'm not a hundred percent, but I don't think it warrants that look."