Confused, but happy, Alex watched how Lyra began to it little from the plate. Especially after her protest. Though the fact that she turned her back to him made her look a little prudish. And then she began to throw around demands for more food. Together with a treat to go complain at Miss Dawson and another damn for a muffin and a cupcake. Alex looked at her, baffled by the words. Was she arrogant or just spoiled? Confused Alex looked around, not sure if some new guy turned out to be a waiter or something. But everyone was carrying his or her own plate. He looked back at her with a raised eye brow.

Instead of fulfilling any of her demands, he just grabbed a piece of bacon off his plate she took and began to slowly eat it. Staring her in the eyes the whole time. To make extra sure she got the point he was sharing, not giving his food with her, he grabbed one of the bowls of cornflakes and a spoon. “Listen here, cupcake.” He started as he started to spoon out the content of the bowl in his mouth. Realizing his word choice might have been a little harsh. Though still she had to learn how things worked in this cage. Else she might be at a severe disadvantage. “I don’t know what you’re used to, but right here everyone gets his own food. I just shared some of mine with you. If you want a muffin. You have to fetch one yourself. Oh and nobody’s seen Miss Dawson here. For all we know she doesn’t even exist.” He hoped the harsh treatment had pushed home his point. Though it didn’t take long before he began to feel guilty. Playing the tough guy, that was his past. He had to make amends. So without saying anything he quickly left his spot near her. Without saying anything. Only to return shortly with a chocolate chip muffin. “Sorry, there were no more cupcakes.” He apologized in a much calmer voice, as he put the muffin in front of her.