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Miri choked, coughed, and put down her fork. Reaching for her cup, she glared at her friend. "I was eating."
He chuckled, helping himself to her plate, as he always did. "I wasn't stopping you from eating, was I?" He was grinning and she longed to make him pay for this.
She made a face at him and shuddered. "Goddess, Evin, that was disgusting! And you eat your own food." She yanked her plate to the right, away from him.
"Miri, did I tell you..."
She pointed her fork at him. "Don't you dare, Evin Larse. You are not ruining the first hot meal I've had in two weeks."
He held up his hands innocently. "I was just talking. It would be a shame if you stabbed me."
"No, it wouldn't," Commander Buri muttered, passing by with her own tray in hand.
Evin frowned. "What? I only said..."
Miri groaned softly. She really should have come to the mess later, after her bath.
"We know what you said," one of her messmates put in, helpfully. "Some of us are trying to eat, Larse."