“Doesn’t look like you’re eating enough to sustain your weight,” Cy said, tucking her wayward hair behind her ears. He [i]was[/i] gaunt, but with any luck a steady diet and some attention would fill him out. The fig bar was a good start; it was full of nuts and dried fruits suspended in a sweet fig paste and surrounded by a soft, cookie-like pastry crust. Whenever she didn’t have time to eat a real meal, Cy ate one of the bars, and it kept her going until she did had time. The supermarket sold bulk packages of them, thirty bars to a box. She made a mental note to buy a couple and bring them here. 

Resting her hands in the pockets of her jacket, Cy leaned back, crossing her gangly legs. For her size, she had long legs, and it gave her whole body a loose, lanky appearance. Her nickname in high school had been various derivatives of “Gumby”. Apparently her walk reminded others of the Claymation character. It annoyed her immensely, and even when she’d discovered her powers years later she’d had to stop herself from trying them out on some of her old adversaries. Revenge would have been so sweet. 

“You got any particular things you like? Seafood? Cheese?” Cy prodded; even if he had one single food he would eat, she could figure out the rest later. He needed to get up to a normal, healthy weight before he could really help anybody.