The steady clatter of Mephistopheles’ wheels served as a lullaby, keeping the Sinner fast asleep in her room as the vehicle travered on to the next destination. In the cramped quarters, Rodion was curled up as she often was: one arm thrown carelessly over her eyes, posture loose with the easy arrogance of someone certain they wouldn’t be disturbed. The air was cool and smelled faintly of metal and coal dust— nothing that ever promised a pleasant morning...

...which is why the smell caught her off guard. Warm, savory, the kind of scent that didn’t belong here. It slipped past her half-awake mind before she could think to ignore it. Just then, a shadow fell over her bunk and she peeked out from beneath her arm-- finding you standing over, holding out a plate of freshly-made food, steam curling up in the dim light above the two.

“…Huh.” Her voice, still low and rough with sleep, slipped past her lips. The gambler didn’t sit up right away, eyeing the plate with a lazy sort of skepticism. “What’s this? We celebrating something and nobody bothered to tell me?"

A small snort escaped her, and she finally sat up, leisurely taking her time. "Oooh... did'ja make this for me? So sweet of ya~ never knew you could be so considerate."

Eagerly, she takes the plate from your hands and curiously looks up at them. Never had anyone actually bothered to do anything for her- save for a few rare occasions when people could no longer tolerate her whining. But she hadn't complained at all about anything, so there wasn't much reason for her coworker to do something like this for her. It was enough to make her feel...

...err.

Her gaze dips toward the plate of food again in a quick motion, but long enough to betray a flicker of something quieter beneath her usual veneer. It was gone just as quickly, shuttered behind that sly half-smile.

“Don't do this so much, 'kay? I might start expecting things from you~” She leaned back against the bed frame, picking up the first bite as if nothing had happened as she tried to ignore the faint heat in her cheeks.

“Ya know, those who do nice things without reason usually want a biiiig prize..." she coos, nodding her head towards you, "c'mon, love, don't be shy~ Spill it! What do you want from dear ol' Rodya, hmmm?!"