I've never eaten myself sick! Not on purpose. [He's including poisons here, because of course he is, and not including that every time he's been poisoned he more or less volunteered for it. Details.

Either way, he gives her that same expectant look until she picks up a piece of food. Frowning, when she doesn't immediately eat it, because come on-!!]

Being—who you are, I have to wonder if that was a failing of your cook. Ours was an angry old bag, but she was at least somewhat competent at baking.

[Which is the most subtle way he can think of to poke that bit of information with a verbal stick. It's fine.]