"Oh, no, I was well-fed in Candlekeep," comes brightly, conversational—not deflection, whatever else he may be referring to has passed entirely over her head. "I've simply been— well. There's a lot about Sarrux's Pass that I didn't understand, and then there's all the work I have to catch up on. Eating hasn't seemed all that... important, I suppose."

Her brow furrows, something about that sentence catching her ear. Sometimes you say things in complete earnest, so sure of their rationality, and then you hear them out loud and they sound so much worse than you thought they would. It's strange, and uncomfortable, and not something she has the time or, frankly, the desire to interrogate right now.

So she smiles at Cedric, meeting his gaze finally.

"I apologize for the diversion—we were talking about chocolate, weren't we? Looking into substitutes?"