“That’s not much at all,” Phaedra assured her.  Besides, she was tired of fast food and would gladly pay twice that amount for a meal like this.  She handed Ari a twenty and lowered her voice to a whisper too, violet eyes dancing.  “Keep the change for your sugar artist.  I can tell Ky is already attached to his catfish.”<br/><br/>Ky had followed the raven-haired waitress to the table, waiting until she was done before sitting down and putting Sushi the Catfish carefully down beside his plate.  He nodded and smiled at her, rubbing his hands over his thighs in anticipation, but not quite willing for yet another pretty female to watch him eat.  Phaedra often complained that he didn’t even chew his food, it disappeared so fast—a consequence, she told him, of eating on the run, both as a Damon and as a fugitive.  He wryly doubted Vi would appreciate his table manners.<br/><br/>“Thank you, we will,” Phaedra said to Ari with a farewell nod and smile before turning and following Ky, holding Wasabi the Sugar Turtle gingerly in one hand. It was so life-like and delicate, she was afraid it would break, or, worse, melt.  She had decided against eating it.<br/><br/>She sat down  across from Ky and smiled at Vi.  “This looks wonderful, thank you.”  She couldn’t quite contain her drool.  How long since they had eaten a meal as appetizing and hearty as this?  Too long.<br/>