I can. I can appreciate taste and texture. It's more or less like tossing it in an incinerator, though. I don't need the nutrients.

[As much as he appreciates the nurturing, and doesn't want to dissuade her from visiting, he's still reluctant to accept. But he does kiss the top of her head lightly, since she's put it in reach.] Our food stores are low. I don't want to drive them lower just because I like a snack now and then. I can be at least that responsible.

Liquor is different. No one starves to death because the bar's run out of scotch.