“I’d request mushrooms and your flesh for my last meal just because you asked this…” she squints at him in scrutiny, eyebrows furrowed then a serious expression coats her face. “I’m kidding. It’s not good to joke about something you don’t condone,” she lets out an exasperated sigh, stroking over her already tousled hair. “Anyway! That’s a depressing thought… but I guess I’d like to just have every sweet thing I can get in one plate then all the fatty food I’ve always been deprived of in another. Nothing specific, really. I’d eat anything. I’ll even do a broadcast for it if I’d be allowed. For the last time.”