[She counters with what, if he is very good at this game, can be interpreted as, "Obviously I'm not sharing this spoonful. It's in my mouth. What, want me to stick my tongue out so you can grab it? I'd lose my spoon and that's really fucking gross." Frankly it's a miracle that she doesn't choke on anything. Once ensured that he's given up a sufficient amount, Ryder gives him a smug grin, then turns to lean back against the counter to continue her meal.]

For real, though. It's -- not like it's wasting it for you to eat. We can't keep it very long -- and I don't want -- my stomach bursting because it's suddenly too -- much. It -- might help! Taste and smell are linked strongly -- to memory, right? You obviously know the recipe still, so -- you know.