Will gave a seated half-bow and Tracey was forced to attempt to hit him with a chip. As the damned thing didn't even make if off the bed, she pouted mightily.
"Tired," she huffed, "achy and grumpy." And not at all hungry. In fact the scent of the food was beginning to make her ill despite having eaten a grand total of one chip. With an apologetic little shrug, she pushed the food away and slid down in the bed.