She forces herself to straighten again when he approaches, and she's not on top of her game right now, so it ends up being more obvious than she would like. It's hard to focus on that mistake when she stares down one of the most unappetizing plates she's seen in her life. She wrinkles her nose, picking up her fork carefully.

"You said it tastes mostly like chocolate. What else does it taste like?"

Because she could make an educated guess.