[ she doesn't even verbalize her thank you -- just makes a tiny, grateful noise when he squeezes her shoulder. when he returns, he'll find her curled up in a chair, nursing the jasmine tea and staring thoughtfully off into space. she's already taken a few bites of the sandwich, so no worries there. but her thoughts are distracting her from her own hunger. ]
[Action] I hate you because now I want a sandwich that has fried egg on it.