Intermission is, apparently, a time to get a bite to eat. I'm not sure exactly how long this play is, but it's not quite dinner time, and it seems to be a long enough break this time that it's a reasonable time to eat.
Which is good, because as enraptured as May is by the play, it won't be long before her empty stomach makes an appearance.
Lucas stands and stretches, and May's attention whips over toward him, eyes wide and frightened.
"Bu-But it's not done! It's not done! We-"
"Easy, May." I say, patting her head. "We've got a break for a meal. Aren't you hungry?"
She looks at me, and her eyes are still wide and scared. "...Yeah."
"It's okay." Roland says, standing as well and helping her to her feet. "I'll carry ya, so you don't miss anything."
She sniffles, and then throws her arms around his neck. "Okay."
Lucas smiles and walks over to us. "If we walk back to the tavern it'll take up most of the time we have. There's a decent restaurant nearby, though?"
