It felt good to see him so taken by the projection. Jean smiled broadly and laughed as he took that inaugural bite and felt the distinct warmth of a job well done. It wasn't often she got to exercise psychic projection in a fun, helpful way like this. Usually it was reserved for beguiling villains.
Reaching out, she pinched a bit of it between her fingers and tore it off. Jean knew, in her rational mind, that she was touching the protein bar and probably tearing off a disproportionately smaller piece than what it looked like she was holding. But she could feel the toasted, buttered bun between her fingers, and her mind was rerationalizing the physics of the psychic projection and ignoring actual reality. She wondered if it would trick their stomachs into thinking they were fuller than they actually were, like they'd eaten a full burger instead of a bar.
"So are you a career hero back home?" She asked before popping the piece into her mouth. Yep, it tasted every bit as good as Flash remembered and was quite the new experience for Jean. Jean could scan his mind for the answer, basically read the author's bio on the inside jacket of a book, but it would be every bit as rude as it was efficient.