The cookie stand is not a part of the food court. So we don't have one. There's sandwich shops, chinese, burgers... whatever. Sushi? I want sushi!

::Luke enters the food court. Walking to the Chinese food stand, ordering the Kung Pao Chicken. After eating it, he walks to a nearby bathroom to floss his teeth because he happens to carry floss around with him and rinses his mouth with the equally convenient mouthwash. Luke heads off to Clothes and Stuff.::

::Moira gets a large thing of chips and a burger and starts eating them quickly.::

::Dante and Veronica run up. He stops and stares down at Moira with a sad look on his face::

"She's bingeing. Comfort eating. Making herself feel good in the only way she knows how to. Try masturbation. It's cheaper and better for you."

::He reaches over to a table next to him and takes something off the plate, then puts it in front of Moira::

"Here's a muffin. I thought you might like it. It's half eaten and slightly soiled, but when has that ever stopped you before?"

::Moira takes a much bigger effect on Veronica, who seems to shockingly have a bit of sensitivity about her. She tugs on Dante's sleeve, trying to alert him that something's wrong.::

(I didn't think she really did have a problem... maybe she was just hungry though...)

::Moira looks at the muffin. She looks at Dante. She picks the muffin up and shoves it into his face, half eatenness and all. Rubs.::

::Dante stares in outrage through the crumbs of muffin and pushes Moira off him::

"I try to be supportive and you throw it back in my face! Literally!"

::He crumples into a seat and puts his head in his hands, pretending to cry in a very convincing way::

::Moira feels smug.::

::Veronica cringes and hands Dante a tissue. She pauses, then stares at him.::

"You should go and wash your face. Right now. Wait."

::She digs into her bag.::

"I have some antiseptic wipes."

::She pulls them out and hands them to Dante.::

"Quick, you'll catch something off whoever ate that before."

"Hope he does."

::Moira mutters, not quite audibly.::

::Veronica shakes the wipes at Dante.::

"Dante. Come on."

::Dante take's the wipes and then straightens up, his face stoney and lacking any tears at all::

"Why don't you give them to Moira, she can use them as a condiment."

(Knew it.)

::Moira continues eating like there's no tomorrow.::

::Veronica grits her teeth and starts staring at the table, clearly getting more uncomfortable.::

"Dante, please."

"She started it! It's been one giant vendetta against me from the start!"

(It totally hasn't)

"She's out to get me, Veronica!"

::Moira forgets the food for a moment and stands up, pushing her chair backwards. She glares at Dante. Again.::

"I'm out to get you?!"

"SHE EVEN ADMITS IT!"

::Moira resists the urge to slap or pulse Dante, and shakes her head incredulously at him.::

"You're mad."

::Veronica continues to look away, not understanding how he could go so long with his face covered in germs.::

"Dante..."

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. Either way I know the truth."

::He turns to Veronica::

"What?"

"Clean your fucking face!"

::She pulls one of the wipes out and tosses it at him.::

"You have crap all over your face, and god knows how many germs all over you. Hurry up!"

::He wipes his face off, slowly, then bunches up the wipes and throws them at Veronica::

::Veronica squeals and almost falls out of her chair in her haste to get away. The wipes miss her and bounce onto the floor. She glares at Dante.::

"Ass!"

"Clean ass."

"I'd hate to think it might be any other way."

::Veronica frowns, then watches Moira. She looks at Dante.::

(I wonder if he thinks she has a problem too.)

(I think she has a problem. But I don't think I should say it... again)

"I think you have a problem, Moira."

(Oops)

"Dante!"

::Veronica nudges him, then looks at Moira.::

"Moira, do you have a problem, Moira?"

::Moira finishes her food.::

"Yes, I do. You won't leave me alone."

"Why would you want us to? For all I know, we could be the sole thing that's stopping your disorder from taking over and destroying you entirely. You need us."

"I need you? That's..."

::Suddenly Moira just can't be bothered to be outraged by Veronica's absurd statement. She slumps back into her chair.::

"Whatever."

"That's better. You just keep quiet and save your strength."

"Save my strength? For what?"

::Veronica gently pets Moira on the arm.::

"Shhh."

(...)

"How old are you again? Twelve?"

(Probably is)

"She's more of a pirate than you'll ever be, Moira. Just think on that."

"Good. I have no interest in rape and pillage."

"I think we're all glad about that."

::Moira eyes Dante.::

"Hmmf."

"Stop undressing me with your eyes."

::Baby, not only have I mentally undressed you, I've mentally put my clothes back on, smoked a cigarette and gone back home to my wife. Uh, yeah. Moira looks at the floor.::