"It's not silly," Ashleigh insisted. "It'll be more efficient with two." She wasn't going to help if he really didn't want her to, but her disinclination to eat seemed like no reason at all not to help him prepare food. It wasn't as if she had a great deal else to do while she stood in his kitchen. "They you can give me the grand tour while it cooks. I assume you have more than two rooms?" She didn't, of course, expect to be shown Marcus's rooms, or even Terence's bedroom particularly, but she would like to see what the house looked like from the outside, if nothing else.
Everyone had heard stories, but few of those that had gained traction in the public eye seemed to resemble Ashleigh's experiences very closely. She couldn't even be sure what was caused by the chocolate and what wasn't. Her increased anxiety could just be put down to having unknowingly ingested a foreign substance. She'd certainly been anxious enough after taking veritaserum, and she'd been able to identify what that was and roughly how long she'd be under its influence. On the other hand, people were saying there had been a war in that other timeline and of course Ashleigh had wondered if it was, somehow, bad memories from that keeping her up at night. "I haven't had any nightmares, or odd dreams, or memories. I just - know things, that I've never researched or learned." That information was all still there, it hadn't faded any. "Nothing useful," she said, with a slight smile. "Just, resistance movements from recent wars."
She crossed her arms over her chest. "That's the only thing I can pin definitely on the chocolate. There are other things, but they could just be anxiety. Or life." The nagging feeling that her siblings didn't need her, and that if they didn't need her she had no real place in their lives, had that always been there? She watched as he continued to carefully chop things. "I'd usually eat with you, wouldn't I?" she asked, her voice a little quieter but clear. "Even if I wasn't very hungry, I'd have some because it's polite." She knew, really, that the idea of food didn't usually make her feel sick. Perhaps if he confirmed it, though, she'd actually do something about it.