(Oh, a banana? This smells promising-- Lucretia accepts it gratefully, torn bits and all, and pops a piece into her mouth.

... Maybe not. Her expression scrunches after a moment, but she still finishes chewing, and swallowing.)

I... don't know what they've been frying all of this in exactly, but I don't think I agree with it.

(She hasn't had anything else to eat though, so she's just going to keep eating the banana regardless. She's so hungry.) Thank you for trying, though.