I suppose one could make the argument that one can be delivered as well as the other, especially here. [ It's not unheard of, even in her time, for one to request their pleasures be catered to very specifically, and to find someone who can provide that; apparently, someone's thought to combine both sex and food in the offering.

She observes him quietly, her own hands clasped together while he attends to the matter of clearing that broken glass out of the way in order for them to eat without risk — normally, she would insist on helping, but since his healing means he's more likely to suffer a cut for a shorter length of time, she chooses to wait rather than run the risk of injuring herself. ]

Absolutely no part of that sounds appealing. [ She won't necessarily chide anyone else for their urges, but the mental image alone has her wrinkling up her nose in distaste, stifling a quiet laugh more from the absurdity of it than anything else, and when he presses the napkins into her hands she spreads them out on her lap before peering into the box. ]

Grab and eat. Sounds simple enough. [ Although, once she procures the slice in question, she turns it around, examining it from all sides. ] Is there a recommended end to start from?