"Okay, Georgie," Carter said with a slight tilt of his head and a half-smile, relieved that the girl had so easily welcomed him to her table. "And yeah, I feel you. Roberts can be very... difficult every now and then." Soon after Carter said this, the young man picked up one of his beef empanadas and took a large bite out of the side. It was only after he'd started to dab at the corners of his mouth with a napkin that he noticed the yearning look upon Georgie's face. Carter then took a quick peek at what the girl had bought for her own lunch: a cheese burger and a cup of cold looking fries. The young man shuddered at the thought of having to go through the line and purchase the food that the lunch ladies had to offer them; he figured that he'd much rather wait until he got home to eat than waste money on a meal he'd have to force down.
"Sorry, but that smells delicious... where did you get it from?" Georgia suddenly said, and Carter couldn't help but smile at her blunt curiosity. And, after all, she wasn't wrong; the empanadas did smell and look great, so he didn't really blame her for wanting to find out where he'd gotten them from.
"Mi madre made them for me," Carter said with a shrug of his shoulders. "Usually it's just leftovers from whatever we ate the night before, but since we didn't have any family dinners this weekend she just cooked these last night before she went to bed. She knows that I don't like the food here, so..." Carter let his voice trail off as he stared at the Tupperware in front of him. His mom had shoved six empanadas into the plastic container, and although he'd originally planned to devour every single one of them, he suddenly decided that he could spare a couple. Without much hesitation, Carter pushed the container in front of Georgia's own tray. "You're not allergic to cheese or tomatoes or anything, are you? I don't wanna have to call an ambulance or anything like that." The boy asked with a raised eyebrow, "Cause if not, you're welcome to try a few."