She shrugged. "Suit yourself. I will eat all the eggs, and later, when your stomach is grumbling and there's nothing to eat, not even tuna, I'll say, 'Oh Arthur, I told you this would happen, but you were being stubborn. Now look at you wasting away to nothing.'" She shook her head sadly as his future hypothetical demise, before going back to her eggs. "Your tombstone will say something like 'he died saving a family from a burning ship', but we'll all know the truth. 'Arthur died being stubbornly not hungry.'" Okay, so maybe she was rambling. It was better than thinking, sometimes. She tried to fill her mind with anything other than the issues at hand, and it generally worked.