It's good, this tucker. She's not been starving for years, but she has to hold herself back from gulping it down just from the taste. The juicy meat. The leafy greens which are different.

But she's gotta eat slow. Careful. Doesn't want to waste it, doesn't want to feel sick. It gives her time to look around, and stare.

Watch.

Like the woman who walks in now, small like Toast but hair as yellow as hers. Leather jacket, confident without a swagger. All glowing full-life, from the look of her.

Unaccountably, she feels shy. Then Splendid draws herself up, gives the woman a small smile as her gaze meets hers.

She's got no reason to falter now. So she refuses to.