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"Have you?" He takes a bite of his food.
"Not yet."
"There's still time."
"I know. I'm trying not to worry about it." I polish off the rest of my food and reach for my orange juice to wash it down.
"You shouldn't. It's just your first year, you don't have to worry about any of this yet."
Ah, somehow I forgot he's a second year. I think it stops meaning anything after a while.
"This is delicious, by the way." He gestures to his plate.
"Thanks." A small blush rises to my cheeks. "It's nothing fancy."
"Sometimes, food doesn't have to be. Simple can be tasty."
"I'm glad you think that, because I'm not a very inventive cook. I can do a few things well, but you won't get any variety for me." It isn't until the words are out of my mouth that I realise I'm making an assumption about whether we'll eat together again.
"Then let's just hope they're different dishes to the ones I'm capable of making."
I let out a light laugh. "There's always takeaway."
"We're students," he reminds me. "We have to cook or we'll run out of money."
"Ah. Yeah, that's a problem. Though can we really complain when we've just eaten steak?"
"We're big cats. We have to eat it."
"You know that's not true." Amusement dances through my voice. "We could eat vegetarian if we wanted."
He wrinkles his nose. "I'd miss meat too much."
"Me too. But that doesn't mean we wouldn't be capable of it. Our digestive systems in these forms work the same as humans. It'd be more of a problem if we were living mostly as our big cat selves."
"True," he agrees.
Before we can continue our conversation, the door to the kitchen swings open and Michaela pops her head around. "Oh good, you're still here," she says.
"What's up?" I ask.
"I was about to leave for our lecture, are you ready to go?"
I glance at the clock on the wall and my eyes widen. "I hadn't realised the time. I'm coming. I'll do the dishes when I get back."
"I'll do them," Jeremy promises. "You cooked, it's only fair that I clean up. And my lecture isn't for another hour."
"Thanks." I beam at him, glad to feel like I'm part of a team. "I'll see you in a bit."
"See you." He starts collecting up the plates.
"I just need to grab my bag, but then I'm ready," I promise Michaela.
"Okay, but do it quietly, my head is killing me."
"Don't you have a potion or something you can take for it?"
"Not that I can brew myself," she mutters. "But I might be able to get one off a friend."
