The cart wheels squeaked as Jace pushed it down the aisle, one hand resting on the bar, the other dropping in another pack of eggs.
This was more food than he'd ever bought in his life. The cart was already packed halfway, and he wasn't even done yet.
It made sense, though. He had two mouths to feed now, his and Serai's.
And Serai ate like a beast. Twice as much as a normal human, easily. Maybe more when she really settled in.
Not that he could talk. His own appetite had shot up since all this started. His body craved more, demanded it.
Whatever energy fueled his powers wasn't directly tied to food, but the exertion took its toll.
The more he pushed himself, the hungrier he got.
[That's because food still matters,] Zin chimed in. [Your kinetic ability doesn't generate from calories, it's internal energy, but your body still burns through fuel keeping itself stable. More power means more strain. More strain means more recovery. Which means, you guessed it, more food.]
