018. Ask about dinner.

"Of course not, now what's for dinner I'm famished!" I exclaimed.

Kouki rolled her eyes and just put a small dish of warm corn and rice down in front of me and sat down on the other side of the small table to eat her own in silence. I was often hungry by this time, as normal for being as poor as we were, but something was different that night. I didn't use my hands and just brought the bowl to my lips and swallowed the whole contents down as if it were nothing more than a few sips of water and swept the sticking grains on the bottom into my mouth.

"Is there any more?" I asked her expectantly.

"Not if you want to eat tomorrow," she growled and slowly pawed at her own smaller serving. Then my stomach growled out its need and she rolled her eyes again. "Fine, here, have mine," she said a little disgusted with me. "I wasn't hungry anyway."

I took her bowl to my lips and proceeded to devour the rest and she just muttered upset, "I'm going to bed." After I finished up with her food I saw Kouki already in her bedroll trying to sleep. I felt bad for having been such a glutton, but my belly still squirmed unsatisfied. I didn't know what had gotten into me, but I undressed and blew out the candle, forcing myself to sleep as well, yet my stomach still churned. Eventually, I was able to ignore it long enough to get some sleep.