"No, can't say as I have. My appetite hasn't felt too thrilled about the prospect of getting back on the job, really. But I suppose it should start reporting back to work."

I awkwardly manage to get an arm around her waist without ripping her outfit or bruising her, at least I hope I'm being more suave than that.

"I'll tell you what. I promise to eat something if you will too. Maybe you can recommend something nice and soothing. I remember your elvish wine was nice. Perhaps I could try some elvish food this time?"