Now that she had her food, Daisy wasn't so sure that she wanted to eat it. It looked greasy, fat, and heavy, which normally would not be a problem for her, but right now it seemed like it would just sit in the bottom of her stomach like a stone. Bloody hell.
"My parents are getting divorced. Or rather they're having a 'trial separation' whatever that means." Daisy rolled her eyes and snagged a piece of bacon. Maybe she'd start small and work her way up to other foods. "So I had what I thought was a very proper response and drank whatever the hell we had in the flat."