[color=blue]"At least you can cook. I'm useless in the kitchen." [/color]Roxy wasn't used to anyone caring about her. She didn't know how to feel about Devika's concern. It was strange. It was a fact that she couldn't change so she would have to deal with it. She was good at adapting. She had been adapting her whole life so it wouldn't be hard. She relaxed as she ate. She stuck to mostly to meat but she did eat a few pieces of vegetables. She wouldn't insult the people around her by refusing anything. 

As they ate, Roxy watched Devika and her parents. It was an interesting thing to watch. She hadn't ever watched families. She hadn't seen the point. She had known she would never have a family. She would always been on the outside. She'd never belong. The thought reminded her she still had to introduce Devika to her father. She pushed her plate away. Her appetite ruined.