"Without," she replied without pause, accepting the plate and immediately beginning to cut into the seared piece of flesh. She forced herself to move slower, however, reigning in that instinct to just shove the food inside. To mash and swallow it quickly, in case something were to come along before she planned to be done. It was a useful instinct, but not always, and not in this situation.
Carefully, sitting up straighter, assuming the faked identity again, Avis stopped cutting the proffered morsel and instead cut a piece of lobster for Star and set it on her own bread plate and then passing it towards him.
"It's not as good as the company," she answered, "but it's better than anything I've eaten in a long while."