The cereal had all been forgotten now. Later, Roland would eat almost the entire box. Ever since he'd gotten this body, he thought it was a bottomless pit. Every bit of junk food he could get his hands on, he did, wondering when the boy would pack on the weight. Young metabolism, Roland had guessed, was a good thing.
As her hand moved, so did Roland, dropping his own arms to come closer. For the moment, he forgot he wasn't in his own body, even though he was looking almost eye to eye with Verity. "There is," he said, gesturing to where her hand laid. "But it's only someone you know."