[ Elena is starving, but then again when isn't she? She's already at the buffet with a tray at the ready, plate set up with a heap of what looks like steaming sweet and sour chicken balls, orange sauce poured over them. There's so much piled up that it almost looks like there's no way a woman of her petite size could finish them off. It's time to add the pasta, or maybe she'll go for some rice, add some vegetables. There's even stuffing— stuffing. And it's not even a holiday.
This is exciting. ]
Oh, sorry—
[ Moving around someone she doesn't recognise, likely another crew member, she takes her tray and heads around to the other side, humming over the selections.
Nate always told her that her eyes were bigger than her stomach. Often times, she proved him wrong, much to his shock and disgust, her appetite bottomless on the best of days. Shame he wasn't here to witness the feast taking place on the tray. ]
mess- this is going to be a mess anyway
This is exciting. ]
Oh, sorry—
[ Moving around someone she doesn't recognise, likely another crew member, she takes her tray and heads around to the other side, humming over the selections.
Nate always told her that her eyes were bigger than her stomach. Often times, she proved him wrong, much to his shock and disgust, her appetite bottomless on the best of days. Shame he wasn't here to witness the feast taking place on the tray. ]