[ There are many things in this life that insult Luna on a fundamental level: injustice, the suffering of the needy, the arrogance of fat, lazy elites. But a little boy being clumsy in his attempts to care--well. She has more than enough patience for that. ]
I accept, then. Come sit.
[ She pats the spot next to her on her cot, setting his portion aside for later. She unwraps one of the rolls and takes a thoughtful bite, enjoying the burst of warmth when she swallows. ]
Where do you get all this? [ She indicates the food. The coins, she doesn't want to know. A beat. ] Are you at liberty to tell?
no subject
I accept, then. Come sit.
[ She pats the spot next to her on her cot, setting his portion aside for later. She unwraps one of the rolls and takes a thoughtful bite, enjoying the burst of warmth when she swallows. ]
Where do you get all this? [ She indicates the food. The coins, she doesn't want to know. A beat. ] Are you at liberty to tell?