"I know," Lea said, setting the tray down on the table. "I hadn't seen you at meals, though, and I was getting kinda worried. So I made you some soup; the kind my mom used to make for me and Isa. It always helped me feel better when I was bummed about something. And it was also one of the only ways she could get me to eat my vegetables."

Upon inspection, Nita would notice that the soup was indeed a vegetable soup with egg noodles. It smells pretty darn good too, and when she tastes it, she'll realize that it's a bit spicy. Not especially so, but enough to wake up a person's taste buds and catch their interest.

"Besides, you look like you could use a little break from whatever it is that you're writing there." He indicated the journal with its many scratch outs.