Cissy noticed him giving her a once over and that only served to make her smile. She liked attention, especially attention from cute boys that she found attractive, of which Tiger certainly fit the bill. But she said nothing about it, of course, instead just shifting to where he could look more if he wanted and have a better view at that, though not in a manner that would suggest it was at all intentional.
"America's Next Top Model?" She asked with a quirk of her brow and then laughed as she replied, "Because it's fashion, Dahling." She rolled her eyes, watching it for just a moment before she said, "I could never go on that show. They'd cut my hair and I would not be happy about that." And that was about the time that the doorbell rang. "Yay! Food!" She was up and gone to answer it in a matter of seconds.
Paid for and steaming hot, Cissy brought the food into the living room. "I'll go get some silverware," she remarked, and then headed for the kitchen. It took her a few minutes to track down plates, napkins and forks, but she found them, and also found, much to her surprise, that the fridge had been stocked with a few necessities. The people here really were good about that sort of thing.
"All I have to drink is juice." She gave a small shrug of her shoulders as she returned, all they would need to eat on the sofa in hand as well as a bottle of juice and two glasses. She put it all down on the table so she could take a seat, checking the containers to see which one was hers before dumping about half of it on a plate and digging in. "Airplane food is so not filling."