"Demigod?" Buffy eyed Thalia with nothing more than curiosity for a second. The only god Buffy had ever come across was Glory and she'd been a nightmare and a half to deal with. She'd also managed, in a way, to do the thing that no one else had managed to do since the Master: cause Buffy's death. That was her second round with dying and it was actually something she'd made peace with, believing her friends and sister were finally safe in a way. She was capable of letting go and then...then they brought her back and everything was harsh and cold, but Buffy didn't like to think about that too much. Those were some of the more darker days in her life.
"Well, I get the whole metabolism thing. I'm guessing there is a limit to mine too," Buffy replied. Though, she'd never been a full on junk eater either. "How about you get the three berries one and I'll try the Tiramisu. This way, we can try both," Buffy offered with a small smile.