Wincing, Sherri decided, "I'll bring you a plate. Fritos are good, but they can't be very filling." Even something simple would be better for him than just the chips. She rested her cheek against the door, sighing softly. "And I promise not to lurk outside the door when I drop it off to trick you into letting me in." Though it might have been something she should have considered, Sherri wasn't going to be as deceitful as that.