Is it criticism? She can't tell and it dulls her enthusiasm just a little and she pauses there, fork halfway between his plate and her full mouth. She finishes chewing, swallows, then looks at her fork before lowering it slightly.

"I can fit a lot of things in my mouth, Ben, and good food is one of them."

She tosses him a fake, overly saccharine smile before putting the bite of his lamb in her mouth, then reaches for the pastry on his plate that she'd been eyeing and takes a bite of that, too.