"Eat," He said pushing the plate of food toward her.
"Huh?"
He sighed, "You do know how to eat, right?"
Fira sighed and took the plate.
They were in somewhere that was slightly 'nicer' than the places she was used to. They were seated in a somewhat secluded place. He had his hat off, his coat chucked over the back of the seat and his feet skimming the table. She tried to look like she belonged there. And she was pretty sure she noticed several withering glances in her direction from people who clearly thought she had no place here.
She nearly stuck her tongue out at one of them.
"Go, on you need it." He lightly moved her arm, to show just how much the sleeve of her orange jacket fell off her (which she thought was a stupid thing since it was a baggy jacket anyway). "See hardly any of you there."
She knew the food was better than anything she had eaten for quite a while, she honestly couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten a 'proper' meal.
"Can't have you workin' for me if you're hungry all the time, Lark,"
She sighed, "That's not my name, old man, it's Fira."
"Well, Lark. Old Man isn't my name, so I'll call you Lark if you keep calling me 'Old Man'"
She turned to him, trying to pull off a 'cool' look by leaning on the table slightly, but she was actually somewhat failing.
"Well, what is it then?"
"To you, it's Captain."
"I prefer Old Man." She smirked.
He shook his head and went back to his drink.
