I dunno, nobody's found a maggot in anything yet. That's at least a step up from the fucking movies.

[but Hazel also can tell where this is going, given the man's sudden preoccupation with his bag, and she holds her hands up to try and quell his search before he wastes too much time. while she's playing at human for as long as this universe allows her to uphold the charade, the truth of the matter is that a corpse is a corpse whether it can access its magic or not. it would be unnecessarily cruel to take any food offered to her, even if she'd simply redistribute it later. why insert a middleman into the mix?]

I'm fine though. Honestly.

[she smiles, faintly crooked, and allows some sincerity to seep into the expression for a moment. this is the truth she's telling, after all.]

There's a lot of other people who could use a snack more than me.