My thoughts were interrupted when Jess returned carrying a tray large enough to make me wonder if she had mistaken dinner for a festival.
She crossed the room with effortless ease and set it down before disappearing back into the kitchen. A moment later she returned carrying another tray. Then another. Then a fourth. By the time she finally seemed satisfied, nearly every available space on the table had vanished beneath an impressive assortment of food.
I stared at the table for several seconds before looking up at Jess.
"There is no way I can eat all of this."
Jess paused in the middle of arranging a plate and gave me a look that suggested I had just said something deeply unreasonable.
"Of course this isn't just for you."
Across the table, Arlen chuckled quietly into his drink.
"Save yourself the effort," he said. "Questions like that never lead anywhere productive."
