Death, who existed in the realm of the morbid at all times, had given thought to the fact that it might have been kinder for Jason if he'd had had to bury Cassandra. It seemed worse to not be left with a body with which he might be able to say goodbye, that there would be no service for her and no memorial raised in her honor. Still, Death knew that loss was loss. Nothing that ended with Cassandra being gone would have been easy for Jason to deal with.
"Sure," she said, her cheeriness only just barely tuned down. Nevermind the fact that she didn't really feel hunger. Even if she'd been mortal and stuffed to the gills, she would have found a way to eat with Jason just so that he wouldn't have to do it alone.
Death looked over at the basket and smiled. "He didn't put a bow on it?"