"Asking is another option," she muttered to Drystan, lazily handing over what remained in her hand. Not much, but if he had demoralized down to grabbing food out of midair (and honestly, if she didn't know Drystan better, she would've called him a show off), then Odette supposed he wouldn't mind what little she could give him. She had no idea that he was legitimately that hungry, because she--- well. She wasn't? It wasn't like she ate a lot anyway, it was apart of her job to stay light, but even then. She definitely ate a whole lot less on her best days than the full-grown, giant men she called teammates.
"I haven't the slightest of what you are referring to, this place is obviously---" Odette let out a loud snort like snicker, unable to finish her sentence seriously and finding the imagine of Martin Boot and Seth Wadcock doing extra 'hug it outs' during the middle of the night beyond hilarious.
Ohh, she would have to thank Martin profusely for that.
"Martin Boot would have been the best bunkmate ever, I have no idea what you're talking about," Odette feigned seriousness, nodding her head slightly as it picked up. Seth was lucky he was only getting this kind of response from her (she had chosen to completely block out the little--- whatever it was that showed he still wanted to shag her in Noah's journal; it ruined her good mood too much to think about). "He always has the best responses to everything."
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