She considers saying no. After all, what could he do about it? He's much younger than her by the look of him — the difference in age has to be at least six years, if not more. (Some part of her wants to protest the inclusion of kids in the program, but that wasn't her call to make. Besides, it couldn't be helped.) Yet in the end, Chelsea relents with a shrug.

"Nah, I'm full." A true enough statement: her appetite came and went, ground down to the nubs by the sour feelings that were never allowed to show openly. She hands over her mostly-full tray. "Just don't choke on it, or I'll get in trouble for contributing to the near-death of a minor."