Hurray, he wasn't just going to take food and lock her out which had been a small fear of her's, silly and irrational though it was. She paused midstep at the growling of his stomach and glanced in the direction of that particular piece of body, arching an eyebrow, "Maybe I should've brought more..."
Ah the couch, a good plan. Dorcas followed him at a casual place as her eyes scanned the living room of the little apartment. They lingered on the unfinished bits of part, curiosity overtaking her but not enough that she lost track of where she was supposed to be going. "I didn't think you would mind... Since there's food anyhow," she teased lightly.
She set her tupperware down on the coffee table like he had and moved to take a seat on the couch, smoothing her skirt underneath her as she did so to make sure nothing was out of place. "Um, water please. Thank you," the reply was automatic save for the drink choice. "Never really been a fan of anything with the word 'beer' in it. Not even proceeded by 'root'." It just sounded... unpleasant to her.
"Well, unless it's 'De Beers' but that's because diamonds are a girl's best friend," total joke. Please let him get it. She wasn't that much of a snob, honest. "Oh, I have forks in my bag by the way," that was when she remembered to remove her messenger bag from her shoulders and set it on the floor by her feet. It contained a book, her laptop, two decks of playing cards, a handful of glow in the dark plastic zombies and some other bits and bobs. And of course the plastic forks which she produce in their own ziploc bag.