Once she's settled he sits on the floor next to the bed.

"...Oh.  You probably want food now?  Do you have anything in mind that you'd like?  I mean, I don't know that we'll have it but obviously you can ask."

"I have no idea what mortals eat."

"Uh, well, Clif bars for one..."

"The Clif bar was pretty good."

"Oh good.  I'll be right back."  He leaves her the phone and its Tchaikovsky this time, and returns a few minutes later with more Clif bars in that flavor and another one, a pack of cheese slices, a plastic container of turkey slices, a bag of sour cream and onion chips, an apple, and an empty plastic cup.

"I don't recognize most of that. - you're going to have to feed me, if I just pick up mortal food and eat it I'm open to claims from anyone involved."

"Okay."  Look normal about that, feel normal about that; it's purely practical - okay, thinking about the fact that it's practical doesn't help, because the fact that it is has to do with the fact that she's MAGIC and that's the part he doesn't feel normal about - "Right, you'd said that.  Uh, which do you want to try first?"

"Maybe if you cut up that fruit?"

"Sure.  Uh, and, do you want anything to drink?  I have more water, or if you want milk or, I think we have orange juice.  Too."

"I have no idea what milk is. Juice sounds nice, water is good - I can actually safely drink water without help if it's definitely just water and doesn't have anything extraneous in it."

"....Milk probably sounds really weird if I try to explain it.  I mean it's actually really good, but - juice for now, yeah, how about.  I would have to check up on the water situation."  Hup, back to the kitchen, apple cut up and juice obtained, back to his room.

"Uh.  Should I... sit on the bed with you?"

"Sure, that seems sensible."

"Yeah, right, I mean, kind of how would I reach you otherwise -"  He sits down.  And then here is an apple chunk vaguely near her face.

She bites it out of his hand without putting her face in contact with his skin at all.

He tries really hard to hold perfectly still to enable this, and doesn't really succeed by his standards although he at least does manage not to bump anything into her face.

Chew chew. "That's pretty good."

"Oh good!  I'm glad you like it.  Apples have gotten a lot better within my lifetime."

"People are breeding them?"

"Mmhm!"

"We do that with plants we like too. - how long is your lifetime so far?"

"Eighteen years and a couple months."

"Is that done growing?"

"Pretty much!  My uncle likes to talk about how the prefrontal cortex isn't done developing until you're 25, and I'll probably fill out some more," (he hopes) "but this is basically it."

"I imagine that must be a relief to no longer be very slowly shapeshifting all the time."

"- That's a delightful way to put that.  I kind of liked it because I liked becoming bigger and stronger, although maybe I would have felt differently if I'd known starting out that way was an option.  I still kind of hope I'm not done, though."