"Hot tea would be nice," Wan said, smile softening. "And maybe something with a lot of bread in it. Bread's pretty filling."

Wan rolled forward on his heels, standing up in a fluid motion. His clothes were a mish-mash of layered scraps he'd found over the years. Despite the bulk, they still managed to hang off his underfed frame. But he didn't seem too upset by that as he moved away from the dumpster to a small milk crate he'd set off to the side just at the edge of the light. A lumpy pillowcase sat inside it and he leaned over to pull it out and flip the crate over.

"I'll get the table ready while you get the food."