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With Marshall setting the food out on the plates, Cael did as Marshall suggested and went to the fridge for the orange juice. He set the bottle on the table before going to the cupboard and grabbing a glass for him and the mug of coffee Marshall had sitting on the counter from when he was cooking-- taking a moment to refill it before bringing it to the table. "Here," he said softly, setting the cup of coffee in front of Marshall's plate. Sitting at the seat next to Marshall, Cael looked down at his filled plate and smiled up at Marshall. "It looks as good as it smells," he complimented.

Cael knew both of them were a bit worried about his sudden need for such human things such as food and sleep when his body had run for thousands of years without it. "Perhaps it's simply because I haven't gone home yet," Cael spoke, answering the question that hung unspoken between them in the air. "My body may be just getting too accustomed to Earth." He had been strictly on Earth with Marshall for the last three and a half months, by far the longest time he'd spent on Earth consecutively.