She struggles at first but goes limp like normal once the water starts running.

Halfway through she does ask Mikko to be gentler with her stomach, her voice detached and far away.

He can do that, sure.

Than he'll otherwise have the usual not-uncooperative Eefa during bath time.

And then she can get dried off with a clean fluffy bathtowel and dressed in clean foodless clothes and presented with a fill-your-own-flatbread-wrap situation in the kitchen.

Sure, she can put more food in her body. She's still glassy eyed from the bath and puts whatever acceptable option is presented first into her flatbread untill it's full, rather than trying to make more complicated decisions.

The first option is cheese shreds. The flatbread is hot enough to melt them slightly but thin enough to cool by the time she has it full and picks it up.

She takes a bite and then swallows and repeats, taking a break when her stomach feels weird.

Towards the end she realizes that if she's not careful they might give her another bath. She tries to eat cleaner.

They do not insist on giving her an immediate postlunch bath.

An hour later the cleaners have gone. Chioss makes popcorn. Maybe if there is just lots of food around in the kitchen all the time that will curb the hoarding behavior.

Eefa can't bring herself to eat much of the popcorn, though she tries, eventually resorting to intermittent nibbling on a single piece.

Oh good, she's full. Mikko puts a movie on - it's about a magical blanket that takes the little purple who owns it to different magical lands of adventure depending on if she lays it flat and jumps into it, hangs it from the side of her bunk bed and walks through it, or wraps herself in it like a burrito.

Eefa stares sorta blankly at it, it's sorta hard to look away from the screen even if she's not really thinking about what's on it.

They're not going to be giving her a film crit exam. Afterward there is apple juice!

She will dutifully drink it, being sure to take breaks when she gets nauseous, which is every other sip.

"You can put it away for later if you don't want it right now, in the fridge," says Chioss.

Her brain is not processing words right now so she doesn't really hear whatever it was Chioss said.

"Eefa?"

She gives Chioss a blank look upon hearing her name.

"If you don't want the apple juice right now, you can put it in the refrigerator. It will still be there when you're more in the mood for it."

She takes a sip while still looking at Chioss.

"You can have it now, too, you just don't seem like you're in an apple juice mood."

She takes a break after the sip, holding the apple juice protectively while she does so.

"Okay."

She takes a while about getting dinner made, though, she doesn't want the poor kid to rupture something while she's learning that food is abundant.

Eefa's stomach appreciates the delay. 

It's a casserole. Eefa can watch the whole thing get made and stuck in the oven. It's got rice and cheese and spinach and eggs.

She'll eat it dutifully, before it too is taken away.