[He just makes a sound of discontent before he pulls the food towards him. He's fortunate his dominant hand is more or less fully functional, so he's able to manage decent enough.

But there's just going to be a long stretch of silence broken only by the rustling sound of Eustace opening the container and poking at the food before he finally opens his mouth.]

Some woman sent me a love letter a few months ago. I incinerated it and never responded and thought that was the end of it. But apparently she's been watching me, though I don't know for how long.

[And he looks absolutely not happy about it all. Just thinking about it is enough to make him lose his appetite.]