Kire smirked. “Yeah. Gods know I tried,” she said with an apologetic grin at him. “Is this you helping me eat my feelings away then?” she said, though her tone made it clear she was joking. She listened to him talk about the food and it just proved the point; she found it oddly charming. “I do like bread a lot,” she said, chuckling, “precisely because of that. Goes with everything. Nice and simple. Comforting.” She looked him over. “How are you feeling? You’re moving better, at least.” She had a bit more of the bread, a little assuaged when he reassured her he didn’t think too poorly of what she felt for him. “Again, don’t tell Envy this, but he did…have a talk with me, six months ago. About being careful. About this,” she said, gesturing vaguely. She wasn’t sure if she should ask him about what it was that Envy had felt in him. “I assume he didn’t tell you?”