Valla looked askance at Tommy for a moment. She couldn't figure this boy, he wasn't like anyone she had met before. The people of her farming village had been simple, direct and usually without complicated motive. Tommy, on the other hand, always seemed to say one thing but mean another. Dealing with him was like playing a shell game, she never knew exactly under which shell the pea really lay.<br/><br/>Which was a long way of saying she found him frustrating yet strangely intriguing.<br/><br/>As the feasting began, Valla wanted to lurch forward with the rest of them, but she was unsure of their place. She whispered to Tommy, "So, are we in or what? This is making me so hungry I could eat my own foot!"<br/>