"Relax, Isabel," he chuckled. "It's not a race. I didn't realise you were so hungry."
She was wolfing down everything like she hadn't eaten in years. Still a healthy appetite was good. He wasn't too fond of women who picked. No strength in them.
"Here, you'll like the prawns."
He piled several onto her plate while he ate some pork and noodles. Nothing like a good meal to cheer you. He'd figure out something.