She turned and saw Cillian Forrest standing behind her.
His pale eyes regarded her impassively, as if the incident with the neck ring the other day hadn't affected him in the slightest.
Sophie Wexler snapped back to the present and pointed at the food in front of her. "Oh, this? I've made it before, back home."
Only after she spoke did she remember he hadn't been there. 'It's only natural he wouldn't know what it is.'
"Here, have a seat." Sophie Wexler scooted over, patting the chair beside her.
Cillian Forrest hesitated for a moment, but after a look into her bright eyes, he finally sat down.
Sophie Wexler immediately scooped out the Tammy from the pot. Wary that he might not like it, she only gave him one. "See what you think."
Cillian Forrest glanced at the dish in front of him; it was the same as what everyone else had on their tables.
