[She should eat, Renee knows. They were supposed to do dinner, but that had been thrown to the wayside when Ignis had looked...displeased. Unhappy was a strong word.]

Uh. Fuck. I don't know. I should eat but. I don't know what. I'll take whatever else you're making, though. [Rubbing a hand over her face, now. She's stubborn. Nor does she like asking for help from anyone. Relying on anyone else. Renee also knows that sort of behavior ought to change, here, but old habits die hard. She doesn't think she's hangry, but she's also aware of how hunger can affect one's emotions. Maybe that's it?]

I'd ask who the hell you were talking about, then, but I honestly don't expect an answer. [Not that she sounds particularly upset about that.]