It was definitely a strange but useful survival tactic.
Ah, look at that, she didn't even need to cook. Although she probably would have insisted on a vegetable to go with that sandwich, but she sat tight, letting Peisinoê be Peisinoê. At least she was eating, that was the main concern. "Mhmm," she nodded enthusiastically, "Of course. I've been working on the funniest needlepoint for her." Or she had been until her eyes started going. There was only so much staring at tiny stitches one could handle in a day. "You'll probably want something warm for that. Warm and festive."
"I like it most of the time," she said nodding in agreement. "More freedom."