Mica led her to the kitchen area and up to the breakfast bar and sat her down.  He went over to the stove and made her up a plate of food from what was on the stove.  It looked like some pork chops, and green seasoned veggies and some mashed potatoes.<br/><br/>"Well it is not much, but it has to be better than scraps."  Mica sighed and then went over to the fridge and poured them a couple of glasses of milk.<br/><br/>Walking back over to where they were he sat the milk down and sat next to her.  She had her silverware sitting next to the plate and for a moment he wondered if she knew what it even was.  He could not imagine having to live that way.  He had always come from a rich family so he always had everything he wanted and never like the idea of even being poor.<br/><br/>"So would you like to tell me excatly what you are and how you ended up messed up in the forest?"  Mica asked as he took a bite of his food.  He hoped she was not in some trouble that he just brought to his door, but then no one had the right to treat anyone the way she was treated.