Now that he points it out, she can smell faint traces of it, something burned. She thinks about the upbringing he had and guesses they probably didn't have ovens and stoves where he came from. Neither did she, really, but Raven's good with machines and it hadn't taken her too long to get the hang of it.
His stomach rumbles and Raven smirks a little, turning to look at him. "You need to eat. Order in or go out?" He's just as welcome to kick her out and get food himself, she supposes, but she's hoping he doesn't. Fresh air would probably do him some good, in all honesty, but she can understand his preference to hide out in his apartment, too. At least if she's here with him she can make sure he does eat.
He asks the question and Raven doesn't know how to answer properly at first. For the most part, things aren't in her court. Lincoln is okay and Raven had forgiven him, even if she worries about him still. But ironically, community service seems to be doing him good, and she trusts that he'll be able to pull himself together. He's done it before, and she doesn't know many people stronger than him. The Hatchimals are mostly dead and her and Molly are both fine, though her leg has been giving her a little more trouble since. Clarke and Bellamy are both fine, so really all she can figure out is how long it's going to take before things start to feel normal again.
"It's been a hell of a month," she answers instead, shrugging her shoulder. "I always thought this city was so much better - safer - than back home, and I guess it's doing its best to prove me wrong."
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His stomach rumbles and Raven smirks a little, turning to look at him. "You need to eat. Order in or go out?" He's just as welcome to kick her out and get food himself, she supposes, but she's hoping he doesn't. Fresh air would probably do him some good, in all honesty, but she can understand his preference to hide out in his apartment, too. At least if she's here with him she can make sure he does eat.
He asks the question and Raven doesn't know how to answer properly at first. For the most part, things aren't in her court. Lincoln is okay and Raven had forgiven him, even if she worries about him still. But ironically, community service seems to be doing him good, and she trusts that he'll be able to pull himself together. He's done it before, and she doesn't know many people stronger than him. The Hatchimals are mostly dead and her and Molly are both fine, though her leg has been giving her a little more trouble since. Clarke and Bellamy are both fine, so really all she can figure out is how long it's going to take before things start to feel normal again.
"It's been a hell of a month," she answers instead, shrugging her shoulder. "I always thought this city was so much better - safer - than back home, and I guess it's doing its best to prove me wrong."