Claudia smirked and wrapped her hands around the small pork slider bun, letting sauce go onto her fingers as she raised the food to take a bite. The barbecue sauce didn't go past her fingers, really, but a small amount of it slid out of the bun and fell onto the plate below. It looked dramatic, it looked messy.
Claudia paused after she had chewed and swallowed to look at H.G. in a pointed manner. "Aren't you going to eat?" Of course, Claudia had dove into her food. It wasn't a question for her. It was all about the challenge to H.G.