"Dinner is ready. Michonne has tonight's patrol." Zoe'd opted for something a little less business like. The kimono hung loosely at her shoulders, drooping a bit in the back, the front opening dangerously low. Her hands played over the delicately embroidered material.
"Come eat." She rested a hand on the back of the couch. She didn't look down at the cowboy god, her eyes on the tv. She did indeed look as if she was judging the police on the screen. They weren't doing anything at all useful; they looked like one of those grindstone? Lime stone? One of those strange little ridiculous cop chases with happy quirky music.
By now, Jesse probably knew that something was on the warrior woman's mind. Perhaps. Then again, she could simply want to ignore that she had a new soldier out in the world, and she wanted to be there with Michonne. Perhaps that was all it was. It certainly gave Zoe something else to focus on at times.
"Let's eat." The dinner wasn't very fancy. Just noodles with some veg and soup. Quick and simple.