"As long as it's chicken grease.. not feeling to fishy tonight." She'd giggle softly, "Of course I know you, you've never eaten anything I've cooked. Except those baked cookies in college." Dorian was her diet killer, always had been and she knew it wasn't likely to change any time soon; her body might never recover from Dorian's evil influences. "I'd tell you to take mine, but I gave the last two packs I had left to my show manager." She guessed that he wouldn't be to thrilled to hear she smoked a few before actually giving them up, the e-cigarettes couldn't quite give her the fix she wanted. Flavor yes, sweet tar filled death no.