Giada stood in the doorway for a moment before shaking her head lightly and shutting the door. She shuffled behind Rachel and toward the kitchen (their tiny kitchen, but it was a tiny flat, so--she loved it, anyway). What had she been eating? To be honest, she hadn't had much of an appetite. Giada knew it was bad, but when she was in a bad mood, she'd always just---not. Eaten. It's how she'd always been. When her mother scolded her for not fitting properly into a dress, she stopped eating it just--was how she dealt with things.
Except she knew it wasn't the right thing to do, so when Graeme ate, she ate. But they did have different schedules, so things were...well, she'd probably lost half a stone, if she wanted to realistically look at it.
"Er---I haven't gotten around to going to the grocer." Giada scratched the side of her head, "And pallid's a bit harsh--I think."
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