Lupe answered Isleen, "I raided the kitchen, Isleen! Found some lovely ingredients and whipped us up a delicious pasta primavera." She winked at Isleen. "We've all had our fill. I kept yours in the oven."
"Oh, good then." Said, Isleen before she turned to Fergus with her brow furrowed in concern. "Are you hungry, Liam?"
Fergus internally cringed. 'Hungry' didn't even begin to describe his state. He craved something far more deadly, far red, and slippery– something a plate of Lupe's pasta wouldn't satisfy. "Yeah, Mum, I'm starving," he lied smoothly.
"Would you like to eat with me?" she asked, her eyes filled with a warmth that made Fergus clench his fists.
Before Fergus could fabricate an excuse, Lupe interjected. "Oh, Isleen, honey, your portion's not that big. I don't think you can afford to share with Liam. Moreover, he ate the same potion as Cullen and I. What does he mean he's hungry?"
