Nellie bit her lip, grabbing the bread basket to cover her fluster.
"You… you haven't touched your bread," she said, pushing it toward him, her voice a little too quick. "Don't think I didn't notice."
He grinned, taking a slice and tearing it with exaggerated care. "You're keeping tabs on me, huh?"
"I—I just don't want you to go hungry," she stammered, her blush spreading to her ears as she took a slice for herself, her fingers trembling slightly.
"I'll risk it," Lor said, scooping more carrots onto his plate, his eyes never leaving her.
"Besides, you wouldn't kick me out if I got too full to walk, would you? You'd let me crash in that fancy sitting room of yours, right?"
Her gray eyes flicked up, catching his over the rim of her glass, a playful spark dancing there despite her shyness.
"Maybe," she said, her voice soft but teasing, her lips curving in a smile that made his chest tighten.
