With her mouth already watering at just the smell of the pastries, Liz doesn't need any more urging.  She downs the first pie in only a few bites, and relishes it's oily goodness.  Then she grabs a second and a third, treating them the same, before her belly stops complaining.  Licking the grease off her fingers, she sighs in contentment, then lets out a loud burp.  Quickly covering her mouth, she flushes red and looks at her brother.  From behind her hand she mutters "'Scuse me...", then starts to eye the remaining pie.