I'm not going to pick up after you if you collapse from hunger. Just because you think you can't die doesn't mean that you can off yourself. Besides, I'm not cooking for you because I'm forced to, you know.

[ An immediate response from her as she speaks as cooly as she can. Not that it's surprising anymore, really. But she'll keep an eye out for any mistletoe. Her eyesight hasn't gone bad yet. ]

Though I wonder if you can put mistletoe in any food...