Raven pokes Hope.

She digs into her meal.

"Oh no, that's hot too. I just like being teased by hot girls, I'm not picky about it. Honestly I like that a lot more. It feels slightly less good being teased about something I actually like as opposed to something genuinely ashamed of. Sorry again for having preconceived notions about doctors and shit."

"Hey, don't be sorry! Plenty of my profession are closed-minded obstacles to progress. Not to mention the literal monsters. But the Amazons really do run things better and I hope to prove it to you."

While Hope says this, Katie is eating her meal as fast as her puny stomach can manage and looking to Raven to see if she approves.

Raven pats her on the head.

"Good girl for eating right up."

Eeeeee. "Thank you. I'm pathetic and my stomach is made of tissue paper, but I do my best."

"Stop me if I'm having too much of a one-track mind here, but you know, my hypnotic voice could be used to make you hungrier..."

"That's pretty damned tempting, not gonna lie, but I don't think it will physically make my stomach bigger, so I worry it'll just cause me to vomit, if it doesn't override that reflex entirely and make it rupture."

"Are you sure you're actually pushing your stomach to its limits, tho? Usually the psychological feeling of fullness kicks in before you're physically at maximum capacity. We could do an experiment, have Raven suppress the sensation of nausea but not the actual physical vomiting reflex, see what your real limit is—"

"This is a fascinating discussion I would love for you freaks to get to have some time when I'm not eating."

"What she said."

"Yeah, I don't actually know what's up with my stomach. Like, sometimes when I've eaten a lot, I'll feel like I'm going to vomit for a bit, but if I just sit really still and breathe deeply for a few minutes, my stomach will like, make more room, and for some reason when it happens my hands and feet get all tingly like they've fallen asleep. Do you know what's up with that?"

"Well, deep breathing activates the parasympathetic nervous system—"

"How many times do I have to say 'no medical talk at the dinner table'‽"

"How many times do I have to say that's basically equivalent to 'gods forbid Hope say literally anything'?"

"I can't overrule your friends, but know that I am beaming my sympathy at you telepathically."

"Nah, it's fine. Talking about stuff is less fun than doing it, anyway, and we'll have plenty of time once we get to the capital."

"I am beaming my excitement at you telepathically as well."