Marvin blinked rapidly, clearly not expecting things to turn this way.
Slowly, he loosened his grip and turned as if to walk away, shame and anger written all over his face.
But before he could take more than two steps, Philipa spoke.
“What about my meal?” she asked calmly.
Marvin froze."Am I supposed to eat the air, now that it's gone?"
He looked down at the food scattered on the floor—meat, bread, stew, all wasted.
Before he could respond, Rowan finally found his voice.
“Yeah!” Rowan added quickly, pointing at the mess. “What about our meal? What am I supposed to eat now? Man... I’m starving!”
The students around them gasped again.
Marvin swallowed hard, his pride clearly taking another blow.
“You… you can share mine with me,” he muttered stiffly. “If… if you don’t mind.”
Phil
