"I had grapes and seven Tic Tacs at lunch. They were of the Fruit Adventure family, like a tiny hard salad. I am good until Sunday dinner."
There was small unlabeled wooden flask on the edge of a bookshelf; Fisher shook a few drops onto her hands, rubbing them with absentminded habit and practiced rigor. The piquant scent of lemon leaves snuck into the room.
"No worries, no worries. I am rich with Tupperware, nothing will be wasted. Leftover are the most important food group, ja? You are still, what, 180 centimeters?" She paused running a professional eye over the guy. "Ach, sorry, 185."