SF stared oddly at the jacket potato Wendy served him. He moved his face closer towards it, watching the chunk of butter slowly melting on top. Just as he was about to take a bite out of the potato, he quickly spotted Wendy walking back towards him with a saucepan in hand. SF curiously watched as Wendy poured a small amount of baked beans for him. Wendy wasn't feeling hungry enough for a big meal so she had the last of beans.
She knew that what she gave him was a bit plain, but she didn't want to waste too much of the food that she brought in the time machine. Wendy looked to see that SF had already eaten half of the jacket potato, not understanding that he had to eat it with a spoon. Oh well, she thought. She didn't want to pressure him too much.
She continued to watch him eat. His chewing slowed down, his eyes drooped and his body slumped down on the table.
"T-T-That was a pleasant banquet, W-W-Wendy Crawford." SF whispered weakly. "H-H-How was y-"
Wendy, wearing an expressionless look on her face, got up from her seat and walked over to the unconscious SF. She wiped the baked bean sauce from his mouth and hands.
With all the strength she had, she dragged him into one of the spare rooms that she prepared for this moment. She had some work to do.
