Sorry, Sam. It's food. She's a Gorgon. Theirs is a love to consume (ahem) all others.

"Groovy."

She rumages around in a draw, finds a clean sheet and spreads it over the floor. Leaving him to neaten it (it's not fair if she does all the work, of course), the Gorgon brings the tray down and starts to set out the dishes.

Gracefully - somewhere, somewhen in her madness, she picked up a sparkling set of table manners.