Zoe settled into her spot. It was strange that she would have a spot at a table with a man that wasn't from the Serenity. Strange yet comforting. She looked down at the food before picking up the chopsticks that were definitely hers. She had a set; he had a set. He also had fork, spoon, knife. The particular beer was went with the dinner, and there was water in a pitcher as well. It was a nice setting.
"Mmm?" She'd been thinking of a third or fourth setting, with smaller plates and chopsticks. They would definitely use chopsticks. "Yes. She came premade, I guess. Just had to refine a little here and there, but she needed purpose, like I did. Guess I still do." Now she had Michonne to share it with, another woman who'd lost and found in weird ways.
"Sorry, dinner's ..." She motioned to the table. She usually didn't care. There were times food was just food, keeping her running. Other times it was home, comfort. Tonight it was a distraction from a reality.
"Maybe next time you'll make chili?" She didn't mind spicy food, and she'd been working on biscuits to go with heartier meals. She'd even thought of making pies. She probably should have made a good country dinner for tonight, that would have been better, made things easier?