<strong>Sullivan "Sully" Grosvenor</strong>(Early 2008, 14)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Flat<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Maria<br/><hr/>He would wash his hands up before he took the glass she had left out for him, and went to the fridge to get out a bottle of soda. He was always drinking soda; probably why he was still chubby. He'd lost a bit of weight since coming to France, but really, that was because he wasn't putting on additional weight, but was growing.  It made him seem like he was losing a pound here and there. He filled his glass up with it, capped the bottle, and put it back in the fridge.<br/><br/>He headed over to the table and sat across from her, in front of the bowl she had placed for him, and picked up his fork. He mixed the sauce into the pasta, before curling it around his fork. He brought it up near his mouth, but paused for a moment, watching the steam rising off of it. He blew on it a bit to cool it down, before sticking it into his mouth. He pulls the noodles off the fork, takes the metal device out of his mouth, and chews on it happily.<br/><br/>he swallowed it after chewing, then drank a bit of sodas to help wash it down. He smiled at her. "It's good. Thank you, Maria." And sure enough, he was quite happy with it.