Celia pushed her half eaten plate away with a sigh. The food was well prepared and she enjoyed having her appetite back after the first few months of nausea. Unfortunately, she now found herself getting full after half a dozen mouthfuls.
"You're not going to eat that?" Without waiting for her reply, Tobin quickly speared the meat off her plate and pulled onto his own.
"No. But thank you for asking me first." Celia gave him a wry smile. He was oblivious to her sarcasm, of course.
She figured he'd have to stop eating at some point. There had to be a limit to what one man's stomach could endure, didn't there?
Eventually, Tobin did stop and pushed his chair back from the table. Mopping his damp brow with his linen napkin, he surveyed the hall before him. Celia did the same.