It's familiar in a way that hurts just a little bit. She does everything she can to never think of her adoptive parents. Elektra associates them with secrets most of the time; hers naturally. This is a reminder of the good moments. She can see Christina trying so hard and just maybe a part of Elektra loved her for it. It's a sweet thought if nothing else.

She laughs softly at the food comment, shaking her head as she does it. "If I were enjoying it, I wouldn't be able to control myself. We'd have vomit all over the floor again. I'd have to find out the hard way who keeps up with this place." Because they'd be nipping at her heels no doubt.

She pops in another piece of cheese and swallows before adding, "I can't fault you for that completely. I learn the rules to break them. Manners were not an exception." She knows every polite way to say 'fuck you' that can ever be conceived. Elektra is quite proud of that if the smirk as she recalls some of her greatest hits replays in her head. On what she tells herself is a whim, she decides to return the favor. "Elektra Natchios."