His nose wrinkles in disgust and he shoots the girl a dirty glare. He doesn't want her around, but she isn't doing anything, at least, so he refocuses his attention on a slice of cake.

The first bite is entirely unsatisfying, so he takes a larger one. Scowling, he helps himself to a third and a fourth, then grouchily shoves the rest into his mouth. No use. The cake is completely flavorless. He snatches a nearby peach and chomps down. Juice dribbles down his chin from the overripe fruit, but it may as well be water for all he can taste it.

His hand squeezes closed, reducing the peach to a gooey mess. "You," he hisses at the girl, as if she were somehow responsible for his ruined feast.