"Of course I am," she responds primly, as though it was never in doubt. "You're organic now, you have to take care of yourself. It's proper maintenance."

She's probably watching a little too closely as he chews, maybe edging just slightly into his personal space bubble. But it's just so fascinating! How is she supposed to view this from a distance? "The outside is bitter? That's supposed to be unpleasant, I think. Is it?" She spins a little in place, thinking. "Do you feel more nourished? Is it like accessing a power grid?"