Wanda took the bowls and filled them both before passing one back to Beverly. "Enjoy." She said in a soft voice, a voice that didn't betray the tension that was held in her shoulders or the emptiness in her stomach.

She then addressed her own bowl, staring at it.

Wanda had wanted to cook for the distraction. She didn't feel like eating. After a moment she looked up towards the main area of the inn, making it seem like she could look through the wall. "I should see if others are hungry." She didn't think she could eat.