Honestly, out of all the things she was worried about, being literally eaten was not one of them. Maybe it was a horror too far for Antigone's poor overworked mind. She thought of being cannabalised and her brain threw up a blank wall in her imagination and wouldn't let her. "Lucky for me," she said, her thin smile trying really hard. "I think-" she said, but stopped herself speaking as she rifled through her bag. She didn't want to promise something she couldn't deliver, but it was to her great relief that her fingers closer over the thin pack of gum. "Um," she said, shakily holding the battered packet out toward him. "Dessert?"