She saw his hand out as if for a truce. She took him by the hand, ignoring the flirtation. She murmured, "Cerise Angelle," and it was easy enough to know that the last name was something that had to have been made up by the person who gave her the moniker, a common practice with orphans who have no names sometimes based on the demeanor of the child. She let go of his hand after a quick squeeze and not a shake. Cerise took a bite of the stew and closed her eyes once more to focus on the fact that she was eating delicious food. She then started eating a little faster, her hunger starting to show by that point. The bowl was soon being scraped clean with a piece of bread and it was gone almost without her tasting it.