Blake nodded and returned to the kitchen, putting the dishes in the sink and rinsing them off.
"Maybe..." Mathew said. He glanced at the time. "Crap, I gotta go."
"And why does that seem likely?" Mathew asked.
Blake was left behind in the room. He didn't know what she was going to say, so he just shrugged and continued to eat.
Blake took a helping of food and sat cautiously on a chair in the living room. He was on the edge of the seat, as if prepared to get up and run at any moment.
Blake looked at it nervously. "A warm meal. Haven't had one of those in forever. Last time I did was when I broke into a house to make some Top Ramen. Of course, that probably doesn't count as a meal... but it was warm." He shrugged. What could be the harm?
"But it's hard to remember. It's unique." Mathew said. He watched as her wings disappeared, leaving behind a bunch of feathers. "That's... odd." he commented.