She shook her head, "No... Oh, lord, please no on the pie. You know I am not one to eat offal if I have a choice in the matter." The very thought made her green in the face. "Thank you for the offer." She sighed after that and then whispered, "I just... wish he was here... I can hardly ask you to rub my feet, that would be quite improper of me. And I wouldn't let ye if ye tried." She added. Part of it was that he knew very damn well her feet were ticklish.