“Hungry?”
 
>”No, sir.”
 
“When was the last time you ate?”
 
>”…Yesterday afternoon, sir.”
 
“I refuse to let you work on an empty stomach. That’ll interfere with your productivity. Come. I’ll take you to the kitchen.”
 
>”Sir I–”
 
“Are you defying me?”
 
>”…No, sir.”
 
“Good. Come.”
 
You lead her out of the bedroom into your spacious kitchen. You decide to allow her to make a simple meal for herself out of what’s in the fridge. She decides, humorously enough, to make a sandwich out of bread and lettuce.