"Hey, who better to trust with your food than a girl who can smell and loves to eat poison," Carmilla retorted. That, and she would've done it anyway. She pushed herself out of the seat and set the book down, dog-earing a page that had seen the action one to many times before.
"Besides, not having anything to do means nothing horrible has happened, so bonus. Anyway, put him to work, I'll tag along to kick him a few times."