[ Careful not to tell people how kind she really is, Albert. She's got a reputation to uphold. ]

In my house, eating my food, enjoying my company. Why would anything change?

[ She's not frowning, though her voice is the sound of a stern lecture waiting to happen, laced with her natural impatience. She waves at the food, just as she's grabbing the drink he's bought to pop it open and pour for them both in the appropriate glasses. ]

Eat before you drop dead at my dinner table.