Love had gotten out a bottle of water and placed it next to Saint's glass. Then poured milk for herself and sat down at the table across from Saint. He had placed his napkin on his lap and set the table which was new for her but she just shrugged it off. She had had her fork halfway to her mouth when Saint spoke, "You know, the last time I had a meal like this was when I was still with my dad. We would have meals like this twice a week just to celebrate life. I consider this a feast. Do you pray before you eat?" She sat her fork with its bit of meat on it back down. She did feel a little irritated about this but when she saw the tear slip from his eye she felt sympathy, "No, I don't know anything about religion or anything like that. i usually just eat my meals in silence but if you wish to I don't mind." She didn't car much for a fictional 'holy' figure but she respected other peoples beliefs since it seemed to help them adapt better.