Thomas smiled to himself as he picked at his food, which was half eaten, glad that they were all seeming to get along. He wanted Nico to feel more welcome among them and he felt rather bad that he and Charles were always so...distant towards him. Maybe all being apart of the wedding would help that. Thomas looked down at his plate then, frowning as he felt a pang of hunger; aside from the small glass they'd enjoyed the previous night, Thomas could not recall the last time they had fed. He'd not expected to have company, otherwise they would have prepared in that way. In three years, he had a handle on the hunger but sometimes it snuck up on him and was difficult to ignore. He put his fork down and glanced at Peggy, "Please excuse me for a moment, I must use the bathroom" Thomas said politely, keeping an even voice. He quietly got up from the table and slipped away, up to their room where he knew there would be something stashed away.
