Sam shakes his head with a weak smile.

"It's fine, I can do it myself. I'm not that far gone." He accepts the small slice of mushroom, pops it in his mouth, chews, swallows. Even that small amount goes a long way toward satisfying his hunger, and after a pause....

"Well, I don't think my body is rejecting it." He gives her a slightly pleading look; more, please?