[ Apparently, almost everyone hates the food here. Not Ellie.
Yeah, okay, it's kinda sloppy, kinda weird, but it's still food. Where Ellie is from, food is a precious luxury - if you live in one of the few remaining quarantine zones, you're lucky to get full rations on a good day. If you live outside the QZ, well… chances of survival are pretty much nil. After spending close to a year living off gamey meat (squirrels, rabbits, deer, sometimes even rats if things got really desperate) and never really knowing where the next meal was going to come from, Ellie isn't going to complain about slop on a plate.
And besides. Eating takes her mind of things she doesn't want to think about. Like the fact that Joel isn't here. If she fills her stomach with food, then maybe it'll drown out the nervous feeling of dread that keeps knotting her all up inside.
So, she's shovelling a forkful of food into her mouth and is about to directly follow that mouthful with a chomp out of a stale hunk of bread when the girl approaches Ellie. Asks if Ellie has seen her sister.
Mouth full, cheeks puffed out with food, Ellie slows her chewing and glances away awkwardly for a second before cutting her gaze back to the girl. Aw, fuck. Ellie knows that scared, worried look. That very look on the girl's face is exactly how Ellie feels inside. She's just good at not showing it.
She manages to swallow a small clump of food. Still has way too much in her mouth, though. ]
Uhhh. I haven't seen her. Or, well. I don't think I have, anyway. Sorry.
[ Is talking with her mouth full rude? Fuck if Ellie knows. She keeps chewing, swallows a bit more. Feels kinda bad for the girl.
She gingerly holds out the hunk of stale bread. Offering her food is better than not being able to help the poor girl at all. ]
reality
Yeah, okay, it's kinda sloppy, kinda weird, but it's still food. Where Ellie is from, food is a precious luxury - if you live in one of the few remaining quarantine zones, you're lucky to get full rations on a good day. If you live outside the QZ, well… chances of survival are pretty much nil. After spending close to a year living off gamey meat (squirrels, rabbits, deer, sometimes even rats if things got really desperate) and never really knowing where the next meal was going to come from, Ellie isn't going to complain about slop on a plate.
And besides. Eating takes her mind of things she doesn't want to think about. Like the fact that Joel isn't here. If she fills her stomach with food, then maybe it'll drown out the nervous feeling of dread that keeps knotting her all up inside.
So, she's shovelling a forkful of food into her mouth and is about to directly follow that mouthful with a chomp out of a stale hunk of bread when the girl approaches Ellie. Asks if Ellie has seen her sister.
Mouth full, cheeks puffed out with food, Ellie slows her chewing and glances away awkwardly for a second before cutting her gaze back to the girl. Aw, fuck. Ellie knows that scared, worried look. That very look on the girl's face is exactly how Ellie feels inside. She's just good at not showing it.
She manages to swallow a small clump of food. Still has way too much in her mouth, though. ]
Uhhh. I haven't seen her. Or, well. I don't think I have, anyway. Sorry.
[ Is talking with her mouth full rude? Fuck if Ellie knows. She keeps chewing, swallows a bit more. Feels kinda bad for the girl.
She gingerly holds out the hunk of stale bread. Offering her food is better than not being able to help the poor girl at all. ]
You, uh. You want something to eat?