Lasagna looked at her a few minutes, emotions still warring across his face. The smell of HIS food messes with HER stomach?! How dare she say such a thing about- Suddenly the thought process was caught off as he registered the last part of her sentence. She couldn't not eat it. No matter how good it was...Maybe it wasn't the food but her after all. The chef could have puffed up in pride, but his more human/not so chef side started to take over a bit. If this girl couldn't eat then...Shaking his head firmly, he moved over to study what had been prepared for her. "Is it just the smell or anything else? If I make something that smells like nothing, but tastes wonderful, could you eat it?"