Risa would take the plate of food and take a seat.  Digging in, as the other two took up conversation.   Quietly observing the interaction.  As her hunger is being assuaged at the moment.  With the tasty way the eggs had been fixed by Adam.   She sits up on her knees in the chair, back on her heels.  A preferred way of sitting amongst her people.<br/><br/>The talk and its context did not interest her.  No it was the interaction.  That always drew her in.  The little nuances that each exhibited, especially when speaking of a certain subject.  This was a wonder to her, that never seemed to stop fascinating her.<br/><br/>