Mirabelle (thinking): I hate eating food I don't like, but eating nothing is also bad! I don't know what I should do...
Illyricum: Wanna share with me?
(Illyricum offers a plate of some sort of pie.)
Illyricum: I brought this chilitorte, but I don't really want it now, y'know?
Mirabelle: Gasp! Chilitorte!
(Mirabelle's eyes appear as slices of chilitorte.)
Mirabelle: My favorite food ever! Thanks, uh...
(Illyricum flashes a peace sign and winks.)
Illyricum: Call me Lyri. Nice t'meetcha!