Bun continues to scarf at her piece of buttered toast with all the hunger of someone who hasn't eaten in a month, even if her chubby little rolls bely her actions.
Her death grip on my shirt has loosened significantly as her focus shifts entirely to the food.
"I see how it is," I murmur against her hair. "Food trumps fear every time."
Her eyes, wide and shining, meet mine as she chews. For the tiniest moment, I swear they change from brown to blue, then back again. Another piece of toast disappears into her mouth.
Ron peels a banana and leans over, holding it out in his hand like he's trying to coax a wild animal. "Want some banana? Your favorite."
Bun turns at the sound of his voice, her entire body going rigid. The halfhearted smile on Ron's face falters as her mouth opens and an ear-splitting shriek fills the cave.
