She blinked, as if confused by the notion of wasting the food. "I already ate one. It wasn't very bad." But she didn't fight him, instead she took a small bite into the apple and carefully licked the juices from her finger and chin. The first bite of an apple was always the messiest.

She chewed, swallowed and then spoke. "Is food hard to get here? I thought it might be. So I didn't want to waste any of it." She still wasn't sure how things would grow in a green house without sunlight.