Keenan sat quietly at Scout's other side, absently swinging her legs on the stool, since she was too short for her feet to touch the ground.
One of the twins poured a glass of something that looked suspiciously like a glass of light-colored beer and slid it across to her.
She looked at it for a moment with uncomprehending eyes. "Uh...I don't drink..." She said.
"It's apple cider. Handie said you like it." One of the twins said.
She blinked. "Oh."
"We thought it might make you feel better." The other one explained.
"Thanks,"
They went back to washing dishes, and Keenan stared into the glass for a moment before taking a sip.
Lucien inclined his head. "Then we have something in common." He replied, not hesitating to eat, thin as he was. It was obvious that he spent too much time exercising and not enough time feeding himself.