She gave an unimpressed snort at his parkour option, setting the food on a counter top. "Parkour, really. You can barely move without the help of the tapestry. Which, by the way, is a century or two old and would probably like you to stop ripping it off the banister." Crossing her arms at his gymnastics, she shook her head. "You'll be the first crutch-wielding parkour master, if you don't jar your sprains or pop all your stitches first. Better get drugs in you before the pain catches up."
She has the small cup of pills for him to take and some cold water, giving them both and the sternest no-bullshit expression as well. "Cheek these and they go up your nose. First and final warning." Handing them over, she sits and starts to eat a brie and carmelized pear sandwich, to bait him. Finish the pills and get lunch, simple as that. She poured some tea for herself, preferring it black but with sugar. Sipping, she settled down to out-wait him.