Kyle might not be able to survive on just food forever, but she sure loved to eat. Maybe even more so because she didn't really gain weight? At least not in the same way humans did. Her form pretty much stayed the same. Unless she didn't get enough chi for awhile. Then it was a whole different ball game.
Settling herself into the seat, she took another opportunity to glance around at the decor. It definitely spoke of those darkened voodoo corners in New Orleans, and she found the art exquisite and appropriate. As Marie came out with a steaming bowl of gumbo, she audibly groaned. It smelled divine, and the pie-like dish looked even better. Kyle might have spent time in New Orleans, but she was by no means an expert on the cuisine. "What is that?" she asked, pointing to the muffuletta, looking like she was ready to suck it all up at once like she would chi. "It looks incredible." She took the silverware Marie had set down, eyes still on the food even as she listened to her friend.
"The art really gives it that extra oomph," she assured her, taking a bite of the gumbo first. The noise that followed was likely only ever heard behind closed doors, honestly. "This is fantastic!" she said once she'd gotten over her food orgasm. Kyle busied herself with taking more bites as Marie went and grabbed some water, though she made sure to swallow like the proper English lady (HA!) she was before answering the other woman's question.
"Oh you know, no complaints," she answered with a smile and a one-shouldered shrug. "How about you? Aside from becoming the boss you always have been," she added with a grin.