Masina smiled.<br/><br/>She separated some additional apricot slices and added grapes, a slice of cheese an a small piece of bread.<br/><br/>The apricot is sun-dried, its sweetness condensed into golden flesh that melts on the tongue. The grapes are deep purple, plump with tart juice. The aroma of the cheese is mild and pleasant, the kind of cheese that is a perfect mate for such grapes. The bread is torn from a crusty loaf, soft as clouds inside with a salted crust.<br/><br/>The apricot is offered.  Fed.  All Mohini has to do is lean in.<br/><br/>The grapes, one by one.  Each offered.  Each dependent on brown eyes, open lips.  Fed.  All Mohini has to do is open.<br/><br/>The cheese, broken in bits is offered one bite sized piece at a time. Mohini only need open and be fed.<br/><br/>The bread is torn and offered in tidbits to melt on the tongue. Mohini just needs to open and accept what is given.<br/><br/>