Exactly. I'm used to existing on fumes. I've gone a life time of not taking care of myself. You, on the other hand, are a poster boy for 'milk does a body good'.

[She finished her drink as she jotted in the number, eyeing the bottle and wishing she had more hands.]

Are you actually hungry, or are you just going to be a dick and pick at it to get me to shut up?

[She insulted out of love, Clark.]