Lapis is quick to bring her personal space back into the equation, and slides down a small bit away from the rather enthusiastic person. Her glass of water comes with her, and while she's running her finger along the rim of the glass, she hardly looks content.

"I don't like eating. It doesn't get more simple than that. It's a waste of time." And effort. And really, she'd like to go back to being a rock now, because while her stomach does let out a loud growl in protest of her food being given away, Lapis doesn't exactly look like she's going to do anything to fix that.