"I can, it just tastes like ass and doesn't satisfy me at all- but yes I can eat normal food," she explained in lower tones. Since he asked. That pie was a sharing experience, mostly for him, but something to concentrate and bond over as they went through whatever shitstorm this would end up being.
When he told her he was leaving if he wanted to leave, Liv just shook her head, but held her white hands up in the universal 'surrender' gesture. She still wasn't letting him out of her sight, and she'd stop him if she had to, but she wasn't going to push the point. They had other things to cover, and she needed him as relaxed as humanly possible.
"Talk to me," she said, leaning back into his shoulder. Part of that was her, but it was also the guy she ate earlier that day. He was a hugger, who found an excuse to touch anyone and anything he had affection for. "Or you want me to talk to you first? Cause I can go either way, and go all night. That sounded bad..."