It was telling, the way Major handled being able to eat food again, versus how Sam had handled it. She'd been desperately afraid. Convinced there was some kind of trick That if she let herself give in and indulge, it would just end with bloody vomit and regret.

Major just...went for things. Like a fucking Gryffindor.

She needed to get herself back into that habit.

"Yeah," she said. "But you don't have the crumbcatcher beard to increase the ick factor."