Mm... it's just right. [Though she says that without having tried the meal... but the way Katie's gaze fastens on that plate when she sees it again is probably a good indicator that she's not going to care how hot or cold it is. She slides into the chair and reaches out with a hand, fingers hovering over the trout before she blinks, sits back, and picks up the knife and fork instead. Proper manners, Katie.
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She still eats it rather fast.]