"Fank "oo," she mumbles and grabs it with her stew-coated fingers, spearing up more meat and chewing fast because what if someone comes while he's here, and he has to go before she'd finished? Her hunger combined with the threat of him leaving with the food uneaten spurs her on to eat like a starved animal. He talks a little but she doesn't really hear him, and she thinks he realises that too, because what snatches of words she understands are irrelevancies, really. Apologies, mostly. The one that she pays proper attention to is his abject apologies for what he'd done to her last time, which she tells him to just shut up about, please. She doesn't want to think about it. "You had to do it. We both know that," she pauses in her eating long enough to say. "So I don't blame you for it. But that doesn't mean I want to think about it. I just want to...pretend it didn't happen. All right?"