Kitty put the food on plates. She went over to the small table and took the stacks of papers and notebooks over to the desk. She brought the plates to the now cleanish table.
"I hope it tastes alright. There's salt over there, could you get it?" She looked up at him. She really didn't want to talk about this while eating. Maybe something else then just lead into it after food... but what could she really talk about?