[ There's a slight, yet frustrated, noise coming from Ange before she speaks up. ]

Yeah, you'll be teleported straight into the hellish dimension known as "food poisoning."

[ Maybe not the best retort she's ever made, but it's hard when you're busy trying to balance worry with not wanting to look like you care too much. It's an entire task for the brain!

She's still of half a mind to just slap the thing out of his hands, but she supposes it's safe enough as long as it's really nowhere close to his mouth. ]

Do you think they won't have snacks when we get back or something? [ .. well, okay, maybe not twinkies.

But still. ]