She looked on with disgust as he piled an obscene amount of food on his plate. "Honestly, I'm amazed you haven't developed a stomach from all the overeating you do," she sneered. "You must pay a fortune for weight loss potions. Or perhaps you just use glamours." She wouldn't put it past him to take the easy way out, instead of good old-fashioned exercise and healthy eating habits.
She swallowed as he came closer, using all the acting techniques she'd picked up to be unaffected. Even if a small, traitorous portion of her libido hoped he'd close the gap and kiss her already. Luckily, she was able to murder the traitor with the outrage at the theft of her apple. Refusing to give him the satisfaction, she chose a pear instead, taking a bite before he could think to steal this one too.