Catharine stared at the little jar on her desk. It was filled with olives. They had been sitting on a shelf in a little bistro on the last colony that they had visited and she had been marveling at them the entire time they were at the store. In the end, Trowa had ended up spending the small amount on them for her. It was a little gift. She smiled at them, mainly wondering why he had bought them for her, but more so, why she had wanted them. There was something appealing to her about European food. It made her feel warm inside. She had reason to believe that her Mother might have been Russian and her father Grecian. She brushed the thought aside. She could not remember anything from her past, so why should something that her parents cooked bring back memory? Their next show was in an hour and she had to prepare. She opened up the jar and took one of the larger olives out and put it in her mouth. She quickly spit it into her hand and threw it away. The little jar had lost it's appeal.

A/N: This is actually something that happened to me! my dad bought this really neat jar of olives and I thought it looked so neat. But when I did eat them, I couldn't stand the taste! HA! Irony.