"Xanthus had made some noodle soup. While he was plating, Maverly drooled, saying, ""Looks good."""

Thanks.

"Xanthus placed them on the table, grabbed a couple of spoons, and sat down to have the meal. Maverly gobbled down her food, unladylike."

"At the very least, she and Cynthia were two opposite ends, but she was, for some reason, the type that got Xanthus feeling strange lately."

Slow down. It's hot.

"Feeling quite abashed, Maverly flushed. Xanthus handed her a napkin, and she took it over to wipe her lips before eating at a slower pace."

Doesn't your mother cook for you when you're at her place?

"She does, but I haven't...