Disclaimer: Anything you recognize does not belong to me. This is done for fun, not profit and no offense is intended.

AN: Just a little JowanxAmell, pre-Blight that's been sitting on my computer forever.


"And this actually passes for food?" Jowan poked the mass on his plate with his fork. "I think I'm going to pass out."

"I think it's…ah…" Amell squinted an eye and bit her bottom lip. "Well, obviously, this is…um…"

The food in question jiggled ominously.

"Did you see that?" Jowan screeched. "It moved! Maker's breath, it moved!"

Amell choked out a laugh but eyed her plate wearily. "Jowan sit down!" she hissed and pulled his robes back toward his seat.

"I will take the first bite," she offered bravely while her stomach turned a little in response.

"You're not actually serious, are you? No way! You can't eat that! I have a feel for these things, Amell." Jowan pushed their plates away and glared at her, daring her to try to retrieve them.

"You're being ridiculous," she chided and gestured around the dining hall, "everyone else is eating the same thing and look not a single person is dead yet!"

"Yet," he said gravely and then, "Give it time."

"Maker's Blood!" she swore and reached for her plate, "I'm not going to starve because you're a coward."

He smacked her hand away.

"Amell, you may not see it now, but I'm doing this for your own good." And he stood up, plates in tow, depositing the masses into the compost pile.

"Jowan! You little urchin! I was hungry!" she yelled, gathering the attention of some of the nearby feasters.

"You'll survive missing one meal. You'll survive because you missed that meal."

"I missed breakfast…" she moaned weakly. "I'll not forgive you for the rest of the day."

"Very well," he grinned and picked his books up, "It will be hard, but I think I'll make it."

She stuck her tongue out. "I still say you're being a coward!" she called after him as he left the dining hall pretending not to hear her.