Nod.

She goes and grabs food and returns, humming happily under her breath.

Jackson appears to have maybe consumed one entire forkful of mashed potatoes in the entire time it took her to do that.

"...not hungry?" she wonders.

"Not really."

"Uh, have you been eating right, lately?"

"I never eat, like, a lot of salads or anything..."

"By 'right' I meant 'enough.'"

"I'm not hungry, I don't think you're supposed to eat when you're not hungry."

"Well, you're supposed to eat, like, two thousand calories per day. Also I think eclipsed need more than that to fuel the magic?"

"I don't do magic very much."

"There's still the regular human's two thousand calories."

"I don't count calories, I don't know how much that is."

"Yeah, me neither," she sighs.

Shrug.

"'S long as you're not feeling bad," she says, and gets to eating her own food.

"Enh?"

"I don't feel hungry," he says. "Which is probably what you meant."

"No, not exactly. You can not feel hungry but feel weak from lack of food because bodies aren't built well enough to prevent this kind of inconsistency."

"I'm not dizzy or anything."

"Okay." Pause. "Are you anything else?"

"...what do you mean am I anything else?"

"Like, are you feeling any other bad things or stuff."

Shrug.