“Hungry?”

>“No, sir.”

“When was the last time you ate?”

>”…Yesterday afternoon, sir.”

“I refuse to let you work on an empty stomach. That’ll interfere with your productivity. Come. I’ll take you to the kitchen.”

>“Sir I—”

“Are you defying me?”

>”…No, sir.”

“Good. Come.”

You lead her out of the bedroom into your spacious kitchen. You decide to allow her to make a simple meal for herself out of what’s in the fridge. She decides, humorously enough, to make a sandwich out of bread and lettuce.