The food that Jamie had throughout the week when he was on the toddling island was always quite minimal. There was only so much that could be brought, after all, and there weren't things to do a bunch of cooking with. He knew magic made a big difference in their lives but there was still a bunch that couldn't be done. Not when there were toddling dragons about at least. So, when he'd settled to eat, he'd scarfed the food down relatively quickly. He hadn't had a chance to finish off his plate entirely, however, when he heard the creaking of the floors indicating she was coming back to the kitchen.

Still sitting shirtless, he glanced up to her as she touched his arm and seemed to be saying her goodbyes. He was a bit torn at that. Part of him couldn't wait for her to leave so that he could see just how much she'd destroyed his home but the other part of him was exhausted with being alone. He'd already spent a week with only himself as any sort of companion. Which, obviously, wasn't much of one.

"Have you eaten?" he asked before motioning to the remaining food. Not what was on his plate, of course, but there was still enough left for another meal. Probably not one of his proportions but he couldn't really see a woman of her size eating half as much as he had already.

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