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Becoming increasing hungry by the minute with the sounds of Caine cooking and eating, Fiona walked down the stairs and towards the kitchen. Not once did she even glance at Caine, flipping her hair over to one side to create a temporary "barrier" of some sorts as she walked towards the bowl of stew at the corner. She looked at it warily. Caine's cooking wasn't exactly up-to-par. Tasting one spoonful, she immediately grabbed spices from the cabinet, doctoring the flavorless soup up until it tasted phenomenal. She then brought the soup and sat down at the table acroos from Caine, not speaking and not looking up. The tension in the room was palpable. 'If this is going to improve in the slightest, Caine will have to be the one to break the silence,' she thought stubbornly. Her resolve may have been breaking a little bit, but she was way too stubborn to be broken this easily.