[Maketh grimaces. Oh yes. The hangover. She has a feeling it's going to be nasty. Though probably not the worst she's ever had - she's not blackout drunk yet, and still has all her clothes on.] Thank you.
[She gives the food a curious look, not recognizing it.] What, uh, is it?
[Honestly she'll eat nearly anything, but she likes to know. Just in case. There was the whole cannibalism thing.]
[Action]
[She gives the food a curious look, not recognizing it.] What, uh, is it?
[Honestly she'll eat nearly anything, but she likes to know. Just in case. There was the whole cannibalism thing.]