Shit. She was determined to be really nice and he didn't want to make her feel bad by declining too much. He was already trying to think of some way he could get the food at not eat it. Get it back to Utopia to one of the kids there that really needed it or one of the superhumans that couldn't come out and ask for donations like this. The really unfortunate ones with horns or scales or anything like that. He felt for them because he knew what it was to be extra strange, even if his didn't show on the surface while he was alive.
McGuire was awake now and he started to thank her but got quiet when she spoke again. Christian nodded "Yeah of course I have."
When she spoke again he seemed to sigh in defeat, raising his hand to scratch at the back of his neck - it was a very particular motion he'd adopted. A tell, if you would that he didn't even know he had - and then looked up at her. "Alright, sure. I mean, thank you." It was a genuine statement of thanks but it was apparent that he was a little nervous to be taking her up on her offer. He really did want to just pocket the food to take back. That's what he would try to do. "McGuire here is allergic to lemons, I know that's really weird, but it's true." and his friend nodded.