"It tastes fine... if you hadn't touched it." Josephine turned her head away. She didn't really react to the comment about her being trouble. "If you must feed me like a child, I am not hungry. You may eat it yourself, or throw it away... or give it to Raoul." The last part was spoken at a whisper, knowing that would not happen; they were still being cruel to poor Raoul, and he hadn't eaten anything since the bits and pieces of food she had fed him that morning.