Mary piled some lasanga onto her fork and then brought it to her lips, giving it a bit of a blow since it was still oven-hot. She took the mouthful and then made a sound of approval as she chewed, nodding. "Fuck," she said after swallowing, already going for another forkful. "That's the best." It didn't hurt that this was the first meal she'd had in days that hadn't been eaten through messy sobs. Not having snot streaming down her face really improved the eating experience.