Words such as forever meant nothing to somebody who challenged the universe to let them not live past one more loathsome minute. She slung the word around as thoughtlessly and recklessly as a child would their favored, one-eyed bear. The sight of the platter was not what hooked her attention then though, no, what snatched her focus was the sound the brassy bell made when the cook slapped all the weight of his palm on it. "GRILLED CHEESE!" Came the wolverine growl. And she wormed away from the fruitful loam where her boredom had gone to die, only to dive willingly back into the unfortunate cloud of ashes and tasks. She shouldn't have ever sat down.
"What's wrong with that guy? What were you doing, drawing?" Freckles asked, as Mo gathered the plate to bring to him. "He doesn't talk? He's like, deaf or something?" Freckles continued, and Mo hoped as she turned around that Lukas was able to read her lips when she replied in passing: "He's actually not deaf, he just can't talk." The look on Freckles' face was fabulous. Deception, that's what made her grin.
As she put the plate down, she supposed there wasn't going to be any riots. There was probably no reason to sit down anymore either. Thus, once she'd given him his dinner, she'd start away unless he stopped her.