The thing Tim would like the most is Sara's hand, so he can get up.  Lying around all day is boring, and if he goes with her, then they can keep guiding?

That also works! She will in fact perform the arm holding maneuver again if he's coming along, with even more skin contact this time since his arm is pressed against the bare part of her side. 

Presumably there is food located somewhere in the room with them... 

Tim does indeed press his arm against her side!  He even goes so far as to press the back of his hand against her stomach, to maximize guiding.  Thankfully this gives him a chance to get closer to zero while everyone eats.  Does Sara want any of sammich fixins, coffee, soda, Esperade, lasagna, salad, muffins?  They also have takeout options, if she doesn't mind waiting a little bit.

She is going to have a ham and cheese sandwich, and the biggest chocolate chip muffin they have. If they don't have chocolate chip she will compromise and take blueberry, but she will be a little sad about it. She always forgets about chocolate chip muffins until they're right in front of her. 

Also a soda would be nice. Ginger ale? Failing that, a colourless pop of some kind, lemon lime or cream or something like that. 

They are probably going to need to perform some cooperative maneuvers to carry all of their food and drink.

Tim has been training the entire morning to perform cooperative maneuvers.  Tray with Sara's choices, plus Tim's yellow Esperade, a salad in a bowl he could use as a helmet, drizzled liberally in vinaigrette.  Two scoops of lasagna on the side of that.  Sara gets the right side of the tray, Tim gets the left?

Yes that works for her, and she will also add a plate of lasagna of her own given the added carrying capacity. 

Back to the pillow, now, carrying a tray full of delicious morsels. 

Careful two-handed set down of the tray, then Tim flops onto the enormous pillow.  She's been glued to your side for the past four hours, the least you could have done is given her a break from you doesn't matter now, done bun can't be undone.  Tim definitely doesn't glance hopefully up at Sara, but he does keep her in his peripherals.  While eating his enormous salad.

Sara flops down next to him once the tray is safe from being tipped over. She snuggles up to his side, curls their legs back together, and pulls the tray up into her lap to protect the pillow from any lasagna spillage. 

...the lasagna is very good. She makes happy mmm noises as she eats. 

You know, Tim really would have expected that he’d’ve been done with touch-shyness by now.  This is the same woman he fell asleep with last night, he literally walked her through how to choke him out with his own shirt and elbow.  He’s spent roughly a sixth of the last three months cuddling someone.

And yet when she curls up he freezes for a second.  Takes a breath.  Holds.  Lets it out.  Then relaxes.  And carries on devouring his greens.

After a few minutes.  “I see I convinced you to come to the dark side.”  Gesture at how little of her lasagna remains.

Mysterious Tim Things continue to be Mysterious. Though maybe that one was from the skin contact? She is reliably informed people sometimes get like that, but they've been snuggling for hours now...? Mysterious. 

Anyway, "It's good!"

She finishes the last bite and gives his lasagna a considering look. 

Tim has seen that look, albeit on another face.  He can take a hint.  Would Sara be interested in another forkful of lasagna?

Yyyyes but. She doesn't want to eat his food, he gets hungry when he's working, doesn't he? 

Her indecision is very visible on her face. 

Hm.  He’s used to more hunger, but Sara is pretty…passive.  Chill if he’s being more generous.  And she hasn’t come right out of a dungeon.  “Go on, I stole some of your pie yesterday.  Turnabout is fair play, right?”  Carefully bump the fork against her lips?

Silly. Sara opens her mouth to omf the lasagna off his fork.

She squeezes his arm in thanks as she chews. 

"It's really good. Where is it from?" And can she get the recipe? 

Given how Sara is forbidden from feeding herself by the laws of physics and Tim's right arm, he will feed her lefthanded.  A baseline human might be concerned about dumping food on Sara, but Tim is an esper and espers might as well be ambidextrous.  No food-related accidents occur.  "This one?  There's a local Italian place down the road.  Claudio's, I think?  Something like that.  You like it?"

"There's something to their sauce..."

She will om a few more bites before resisting by turning her face away, "Stop, stop!" She laughs, "Eat your lasagna, I still have a sandwich and a muffin!" 

Does she, though?  Tim takes petty revenge by distracting her with the fork and ... hm.  He had planned on stealing a bite of her muffin while distracing her, but the laws of physics seem to cut both ways.  Foiled by cruel reality.  "Fine, fine.  Just you wait till you try that muffin, though.  Might be worth the trip on its own."  Mmm, delicious lasagna.

Mmm, delicious muffin! He's right, she might have to sneak into whatever bakery these come from and steal their recipe book. 

"If you're trying to convince me to move here with delicious food..." She trails off between bites. The thought does not continue, though, because she is eating. 

"I'm not trying to convince you of anything, I'm just feeding you.  And reminding you that we eat like this every single day, although I mix it up because otherwise I'd get complaints from some of the long-term patients."  Maybe I should have gotten a muffin.  I was craving those greens, but that does look pretty good.

"Mhmmm," would he like a quarter of her muffin top? It's only fair. 

Tim would!  It's either that or they have to get up, which is effort.

Effort and trying not to spill anything off the tray. Granted, they probably wouldn't, but it's another reason not to try! Maybe they will make another trip for snacks, later, but for now they will have to content themselves with the muffin, lasagna, and sandwich they have left. Sharing and food stealing may commence. 

Tim is pretty full for now.  He's willing to settle back in and doze a little bit.  When lunch is over, he will disentangle slightly, project in a very loud voice that he's about to start the process again.  He offers Sara an apologetic look, it can't be pleasant hearing a baritone projecting for the back few rows from twenty inches away.  Especially with esper hearing in the equation.

It takes her a few moments to recover from the sudden loudness, and she does give him a somewhat reproachful look about it. 

"Warn me next time, please." 

"Oh.  Um.  Sorry.  My, er, usual partners are used to it by now."