Sophie clapped her hands together like she'd already won a prize. "Then it's settled. I'm ordering the most expensive thing on the menu. Lobster, caviar, imported truffles—"
"We're going to the cafeteria, Sophie," Rex cut in dryly.
Her face fell in exaggerated devastation, like he'd just told her Christmas was canceled. "You wound me. You truly wound me."
Daisy snorted. "Don't worry, Soph. He's probably dragging us to some fancy spot. Cafeteria food doesn't match his 'aesthetic.'"
Rex just smirked, not confirming or denying. In truth, he didn't care about them eating well, he could spoil them any day. What he really cared about was Elara. She hadn't said a word during this whole exchange, but Rex didn't miss the way her eyes flickered down at her notebook, how she curled her fingers to still the faint trembling. That little tell-tale sign that she hadn't had a proper meal all morning.
