[ The wind swirls and pulls at her clothing as she puts her hands behind her back and rocks on the balls of her toes. When the other woman speaks she smiles, a touch more devious and playful than some days as she answers: ]

You've never asked.

[ It's only after the remark that she moves to sit down across from the other, handling the poured tea cup with care as she tilts her head. ]

Hey. I never said snacks couldn't be any time. Only that you should try eating something more filling first. [ For a moment, she appears to be avoiding the rest of the question. Or, perhaps, it's simply that she's mulling over the best way to answer it because she does eventually with a slight shake of her head: ]

Sometimes. People are worried, but they're all kinds of things. Maybe it's just that they're bothered more than usual?