"Oh, but I don't--" he says, turning his head from the shelves to her face.

She really does look just like Mia, he thinks, and sighs. Lemia's words were true: he had forgotten about eating, and wasn't planning on it for quite some time, if at all, today.

He holds the door open for her, as resigned to letting the Ausa women cluck over him as cheerfully as he can be.