Luke only smiled to himself as she declared that she wasnt uncomfortable; for all that he was often out of touch with the emotions and such of the fairer sex, he could tell that Michelle wasnt entirely comfortable just from the manner in which she was sitting and her almost instant denial of being uncomfortable. Choosing to not pursue that line of discussion anymore, he nodded as she offered him tea, grinning as he declared that he needed five sugars and a splash of milk. Sugar Quills werent one of his most favorite candies because he didnt like sugar, after all.

Taking a dainty spoon between his thick fingers, he worked at stirring the sugars and milk into the tea as Michelle suggested that the food was cute, the look on his face spelling extreme disbelief on that level. Cute was Michelle not food. However, he didnt argue the point until she made her last comment.

Food isnt meant to be pretty, he said, having already eaten his way through a few of the pink sandwiches, regardless of the less than pleasant taste of them. Food is meant to fill the stomache and the prettiness of it had little to do with that, he claimed. How are the biscuits? he asked, indicating the heart-shaped one that Michelle was working on.