rare-quality

Soup__ here,_ Judd finally said after we watched each other for a few minutes. As I sipped the broth, Judd pretended to ignore me. I knew he wasn__ really watching television. His face was too perfectly stoic like he was working hard to make himself seem cold. __o you want the rest?_ I asked. Judd frowned at me. __f I wanted soup, I__ have ordered myself some. I__ not a dog begging for scraps._ Scowling at his ridiculous anger, I shrugged. __ don__ want to waste the rest. Can we put it in the mini fridge and I__l eat it in the morning?_ Judd__ frown eased. __uck it. I__l eat it._ __o, it__ mine,_ I said, standing up. __ offered and you got grumpy. Now, you can__ have it._ ____l just eat it after you go to sleep._ __ respect your honesty,_ I said, setting the bowl into the little fridge next to the expensive treats. __t__ a rare quality in a thief._ Judd grinned.