She smiled when she heard him coming. No claws against the wooden floor; just bare feet. When he took a plate, she moved to sit on the mattress, placing her plate on a pillow on her lap. At his question, she had to think for a moment, examining her own food.<br/><br/>It really didn't look like much. 'Chicken' on top of rice with peas and carrots? While it looked questioning, it actually smelled...well, good. "I think I'll call it...cabin chicken," she said with an awkward smile. "I know it's not much but...