Meanwhile, Betty sat at the table with wide eyes and her jaw slack. Even Red, seated beside her, stared at the spread in quiet awe.
"Wow," Red said. "This is… this is a feast."
Betty turned to him. "Are we really hostages? I've never been held captive and treated like royalty before."
Red deadpanned. "You're the Madam of Dominion right now."
"Oh." Her mouth formed a small O. "Right. Of course, they'd treat me differently."
"Even if they're being aggressive, they need something from her — so they'd keep up appearances." Red leaned down and smelled one of the dishes. "Though it's also possible there's poison in it."
"Poison?" Betty bit her lip, eyes drifting slowly across the table. "They look so good."
She pressed a hand to her stomach as it gave a quiet grumble.
It had been hours since either of them had eaten, and it was starting to show.
"I don't see anything obviously off," Red said, straightening up. "But we probably shouldn't touch it."
Betty nodded vigorously.
