Maisy
Maisy nodded thoughtfully. That made sense. She tried to think of something else to say as the silence stretched out but she had no idea of what was appropriate, of what people talked about, of how to act... she felt foolish and the smell of cooking was really getting to her.
Food wasn't a thing Maisy ever had to go without. She simply concentrated on what she want and she could materialize it. Absolutely anything at all so long as it existed somewhere across the world. A family might be about to sit down to a good plate of roast pork but in a single breath, Maisy could swipe it away. But somehow, that was different... this was different. They were actually cooking. No one had ever cooked for Maisy.
Marissa started passing the plates around and Maisy held her head up resolutely, steeling herself for the mental blow. You can't expect anything of them, they don't do it to isolate you, they don't do it to... she blinked. At first, Maisy couldn't understand. Marissa was standing in front of her and she was holding a plate. She was looking expectantly up at Maisy, a small frown creasing her brow. Does she want me to... no, couldn't be. Maisy blinked again and met the gaze, her face blank.
"Don't you want it?" Marissa asked, sounding just a touch annoyed. Maisy's eyes leaped greedily to the plate.
"What do I have to do to earn it?" she asked cautiously.
