“No, I’m an adult. And adults get to do what they want.” She flashes him a grin, perking up when the replicator reveals her bowl of food. She takes it to the dining table, perching in her chair and plucking at a few crumbs while she waits for him.

And yes, her gaze does linger on the hearty meal he’s ordered for himself, the robust smell of meat and vegetables wafting to her side of the table.

“Wanna try?” she asks innocently, nudging her bowl towards him with a sweet smile.