Anya had stripped back down to her snug boyshorts, uncaring about the display of her nubile body as if modesty was someone else's sort of problem. She gestured the table where she'd managed something like a proper two person arrangement, after a fashion.<br/><br/>"Salmon for you, carrots and celery for me. Not fancy."  She slid into the far spot, popped a carrot stick into her mouth, chewed thoughtfully. "Did not ask preferences, but thought better to order. Only you got home first."<br/><br/>Propping her head up with one hand, she watched Skye as she finished her vegetarian selection a bit at a time.<br/><br/>"And what if this is what I do for you, hmm? You are working. I am not. I cannot just sit around and be pretty."