Abigail giggled, though a part of her wondered if he'd feel the same way if she let him see all of her. There were plenty of beautiful, young island women with both their ears and no scars. "Maybe it'll work and we'll see each other in our dreams." She'd prefer seeing him in her dreams, instead of Nicholas Boyle any day.
"I hope you think it tastes delicious too." Abigail smiled and prepared a similar plate for herself, then took out a couple of water bottles for them. "Bon Appétit." She said and took a small bite of her sandwich.