The woman sitting across from her does make a valid point; the volume of food on display looks enough to feed the whole of the Cohort. She very well could just get up and help herself to more; they're 'honoured guests' after all, who's going to stop her? Beneath the other woman's subtle suggestion of...what, gluttony? Laziness? She feels her cheeks blaze with a sudden heat. A sudden heat which, mercifully, remains concealed beneath the stark white and dead-crow black of the face paint, and perhaps for the first time ever she finds herself glad to be wearing it.

"Oh uh-- well yeah. I just meant, if you weren't gonna eat it, y'know? Why waste good...whatever it is," she says, as she eyes it again. Some sort of meat, definitely, though from what specific animal it came from, she couldn't have said. She can count the number of real, live animals she's ever actually encountered on one hand.