Riff didn't even look at the boy who entered the kitchen, far more interested in looking through the cabinets and such for something to eat. She blinked at the offer and glanced over at the pot. Something in her stomach twisted in knots and she shook her head a little, "Thanks but I can't eat food that's touching." Okay, that sounded retarded but she didn't even seem to notice...
Because her brain was adding other conditions including cooked by someone else, touched by someone else...
She stepped over to the fridge to peer over his shoulder but was making a point not to touch him or anything else, "What else is in there?"