[ She definitely starts to go for it, lips parting as she leans in for a bite...and meets his eyes, noticing he's not actually taking a bite. ]

Hey! You jerk! [ Now, instead, she's going to plant her palms on the table, conjuring up a look of mock anger. ] You're just gonna leave a girl to get poisoned on her own, is that it? A real bodyguard would try both pieces first to make sure they're safe!

[ Will this turn into a terrible, Matilda-like punishment? Probably not. But she is going to nudge her plate toward him, staring through steely, narrowed eyes. ] So? What'll it be?