Evie's butterscotch eyes followed fish into Cynthia's mouth, "I bet it taste fresh out of the water huh?" Evie fantasied her lips moistening and nearly drooling, she poke at her chicken before an idea jumped into her mind, with a few more cuts of the knife a fork was held out and waved just a bit between finger and thumb, "Wanna trade a bite?" Eyes almost had a beckoning of a plea as the twenty-one year old waited for a reply.