"I think that's a good idea," Miles replied, taking a seat opposite Quinn and Blake. "Many of us haven't eaten a proper meal in weeks. It would be nice for us all to eat something filling. I don't remember what it feels like to sleep with a full stomach. Hell, I don't even remember what it feels like to get a good night's sleep."
Miles smiled at Blake as he witnessed the exchange of the chocolate bar from the young boy's hands to the larger man's laps. The bar looked half-battered, and he could only wonder whether the chocolate inside the wrapper was still solid rather than fluid. He then cocked his head back, to turn to look at Bella, who was standing a short distance behind the spot he was seated in. Brooke was also still standing up, but she was closer to the door. He couldn't help but wonder whether these two would ever get along. It was difficult to believe that Bella would ever be able to trust or forgive this woman, considering the circumstances of their first encounter earlier that night. On the other hand, Blake seemed to have gained some trust in Quinn quite comfortably and easily. He shrugged his shoulders and sighed, knowing that Bella was only thirteen years old. She was in that stage of her life where she was moody and hormonal, just like every other teenager. It probably wasn't in her control to be calm. He could only remember how he used to be as a teenager. He used to shut himself out in his bedroom and draw, or create pages worth of notes on the rough world he lived in. He didn't care much about what he said or who he said it to, yet the experiences helped him to become the man that he was to this day. Hopefully Bella's own attitude towards life would shape her personality as she develops into a more mature woman, as well as Blake.
His mind suddenly jumped back to the matter at hand. He turned to Quinn and said, "We should think about what we're going to do with the rebellion tomorrow, but for now, I say we relax."