[ Jill is inclined to agree, so it all pans out just fine. She lifts the bag she's put them both in rather than waving again and parts the distance with it held out. ]

Please eat. Gonna worry me if you don't. If you're hurting that much for chroma, just ask me. Or hell, come spar with me and we'll get you making some, alright?

[ Not the same as the more intimate type of chroma, but it's enough to get by. ]