Her stomach growled at the smell of the Wellington that he seemed to just... ignore. Her brows furrowed a touch as she peered at the food. Then the idea struck her and she, while continuing to shelve books, gave him a sidelong glance and said, "I know there is somethin' on yer mind that makes ye not want to, but ye should eat. I, for one, am famished... but I won't eat me plate of vittles iffin' ye insist on not eatin'... it'd be right rude of me ta eat in front of ye." She gave an exaggerated sigh and turned her head toward him to see his reaction. She meant every word she said, too.