Ethan was normally a congenial person, at least on the surface. Most of the time, it came naturally to him. Today, however, he was having to work at it. He lifted his head when he heard someone speak, turning it to stare at the kid who was approaching him. To Ethan, the blond didn't look old enough to be here, but he'd thought he'd seen something in the contract about participants having to be at least eighteen. His expression was slightly puzzled as he looked at Nate, then down at his plate and then back up again. He was normally quicker on the draw, too, but finally he realized that Nate was asking for his plate if he wasn't going to eat the food he'd put on there.
What the hell? Not like there wasn't plenty more where that came from, of the healthy food at least. "Oh... nah. Maybe I'll try later on." He pushed the plate over in case the blond wanted to take one of the other stools at the island. "You can have it."