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Gwen Cooper (welshcurves) wrote in silverage,

"Nice to meet you, Severus," Gwen replied just before the waitress reappeared. Gwen was familiar enough with the look of hunger to realize that the young man in front of her was nearly starving.

"Everything's just fine," she answered. "Once the little one finishes up, I'll be back to eating my own food." The waitress grinned at Anwen and after pinching her cheeks finally left the table.

Anwen had just started drifting off again, and she started awake with the waitresses touch. Gwen rolled her eyes, but thankfully a few moments later she had drifted off again, this time into a deep enough sleep Gwen was able to get her into the carrier. She moved the nappy bag over first, followed by her plate and coffee, and finally she and Anwen moved over, helping herself to half of Remus' table without so much as a by-your-leave. Gwen still had her instinct, and her instinct was telling her this young man was in trouble... or needed someone to talk to... or something.

"She's all of two weeks," she explained as she slid into the booth across from Remus, bringing the sleeping Anwen with her. "She's a bit large for two weeks, I know. She's taking after her father that way." She picked up a rasher of bacon and took a bite of it. "Go on, tuck in. You're starving... and don't worry about manners. I used to work in an organisation where you learned to eat between alien invasions and planet threatening events. Manners go out the window when you've no clue when the next threat is coming."