[She feels like she should applaud, after that maneuver. She resists, however, instead busying her hands with peeling an orange. He wouldn't have appreciated that sort of acknowledgment right now. Or maybe ever.]

Mm, well, that's your loss I suppose. There are a lot of delicious foods in this world, after all, and you'll miss out on them with that policy. But, to each their own.

[She carefully runs her thumb under the rind, idly doing her best to keep the peel in one even swirl. For the moment, he's apparently less interesting than a piece of fruit.]