Dina shoots her familiar a cold look, opening her mouth to give him a scathing remark that would sear flesh from bones could it become manifest when she's interrupted by the low rumble of her stomach, rebelling independently of her conscious mind at the mention of food. Her mouth closed as quickly as it open, and her cheeks colored a little from their normal snow-white shade as she reconsidered her words.<br/><br/>"I... suppose a light meal wouldn't go amiss," she said slowly, and her belly gave another low sound almost as though agreeing with her words. A sigh escapes her as she goes to see what they have left to eat--though if left to her own devices, whatever might turn out would probably be barely edible at best, and lethal at worst, regardless of the ingredients used.