"This isn't a graveyard," she pointed out, and she looked at his plate, then back up to his face. Something was... off. Wrong. She just wasn't sure what it was that made her think so.
"The mean wasn't the best, left over, was it? Aren't you hungry? I have some things my mum sent, in my quarters, if you're feeling like something lighter. Everything the elves puts up is so heavy..."