Firefly Glen frankie goes to hollywood

sorry for the wait!

this stranger was large, in charge, and brooding. everything anyone could ever want from a conversation, she had. silence, but attention - they could share a meal and she'd be off on her way again, unless of course something new caught her interest. he seemed surprised by the gift she gave to him; juria had to stop herself from smirking as he dug in, keeping a serious face and emulating her no-nonsense father (and, sort of, the look that was on the stranger's face as well). when she dipped her own head it was to hastily tear in to the rest of the meal. it did not take long. and when she looked up, licking blood and fur from her lips, she watched him.

they shared a glance. seeing as juria wasn't so great at starting conversations, she had been waiting for an opening from him - but he, presumably, was quiet for the same reason. they were stalemated. so, she took a chance and murmured: perhaps we can find something more filling together? and then, without waiting for a response, took a few bold strides onwards, her attention fully focused upon him.