"You're immortal, sugar," she reminded him, putting the stuff down on the coffee table in front of the couch and then cross the four feet from there to the kitchenette. "I'm sure you'll handle it."
She grabbed a bottle of pricey (stolen) tequila and two glasses before going to sit down on the couch and opening the food bags. "I've got tacos carne asarda, chicken tortillas, baja black beans rice, tamarind squid, and pork tacos." Then, because there really was a very large amount of everything, she looked at Charon and said, "I really like Mexican."
And as much as she wanted to start a fight (or fuck) right then, Ate also didn't want to let her food go cold. She knew how to prioritize and black beans and carna asada were something near the top of that list."