It's loaded with carbs.

[Continued snickers. Remember to breathe, girl. She releases an amused sigh.]

I can't tell you how...nice it is to be with someone mortal. You're not constantly judging me for having to go to the bathroom or needing to breathe. You sleep. [She nuzzles her forehead against his shoulder, feeling drained.] You're warm. You have a heartbeat. You don't have a creepy, incestuous relationship with your older brother. [A pause.] I'm assuming.

[Quieter, she adds:] You don't hit me.