You were a habitual people-pleaser, always prioritizing the well-being of others over your own. Ensuring everyone else's comfort and satisfaction was your modus operandi, even if it meant sacrificing your own needs. This tendency became particularly evident after securing a victory over the Saviors, leaving your community with scarce resources, barely enough to sustain Hilltop, let alone extend the same generosity to Sanctuary and Alexandria. During meals, you made a conscious effort to ensure that everyone else was served before even considering taking a portion for yourself. Consistently placing yourself at the end of the line often meant missing out on food altogether or settling for whatever remnants remained. If someone expressed hunger, you would downplay your own needs, claiming to have already eaten or pretending to be satisfied with meager portions.

Maggie couldn't ignore the toll this selflessness was taking on you. She observed your diminishing physique with growing concern, refusing to stand by and watch you deteriorate. Determined to intervene, she took matters into her own hands during a mealtime ritual.

Before serving herself, Maggie deliberately filled a bowl with ample stew, reserving it for you. Throughout the meal, she scrutinized your actions closely, noting how you consistently allowed others to be served first, inevitably leaving you with scant leftovers. Witnessing your habitual self-sacrifice, she decided enough was enough. Once the meal concluded and the others dispersed, Maggie signaled for you to join her privately, wearing the stern expression of someone about to deliver a crucial message. Obliging her request without hesitation, you followed her into a secluded space.

—"Sit," she commanded firmly, gesturing to a chair positioned in front of her desk. With purposeful strides, she circled around the desk, retrieving something from beneath it and placing it squarely before you. It was the bowl of stew she had reserved for you.

—"Eat," she instructed, placing a spoon on the desk.