Fred's nose wrinkled. What was it with people not being hungry lately? Then again, why was she hungry all the time, or she could eat at any time? That was something she'd have to think about later.
"Coffee? Maybe? Or are you not thirsty, either? I can't make you not do something I think you're going to do because you might not be thinking about what I'm thinking about, and I hope you really aren't. But, I can tell you, if you do what I think you're going to do, you probably won't get the result you think you're going to get." Her fingers tightened. "I've died once here already. Dead dead, but I came back."
She looked down at her hand on his arm and then up at him. "Then again, you probably think I'm a little cuckoo, and you wouldn't be the first."