"Money?" Tink inquired, not sure what that was, or really even what a call was. She put the phone into a pocket of her dress and steadied herself as Enigma moved her finger towards the table.
Tink sat on the table, looking at the perfectly sized plate, cup and silverware, before looking up at her friend. "Yes. But not always." Her diet consisted of whatever her Pan was eating and usually it was something sugary or sweet. They had feasts before in Neverland and there was usually some type of meat.