He could still live closer. We should be in the same house. Maybe there is a chance to get off-campus housing. [She finally eats a bit of the poor food and then puts the fork down to shove it towards Ukraine. Big sister has to eat too (sure, technically there is enough food for everyone here, but... some things one takes longer to get used to), even though Belarus will probably never admit to worrying about her unless the situation is really, really dire.] I don't want it anymore. You eat it. [ With a tone as if the food is disgusting, and she'll get up this moment to march away.]