Ingrid sighed when he got up, a hand reaching out to grasp his own. "Don't leave me." But the plea was ignored and he was in the kitchen making a ton of noise before she could say much else. And now she was scowling again, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting as she fell back on the sofa.
If he had wanted to cue Nico's return, making all that noise would certainly do so, especially since he had taken the bowl with him to the other room and was now starting to feel a bit giddy and surprisingly hungry. At least now he understood what people meant when they talked about the munchies.
His bedroom door opened and he tentatively came back out into the hall, spotting Ingrid pouting in the living room and Lyle in the kitchen. A brow quirked and he asked, Everything okay? And then he vocally added, "Are you cooking?"