If he insists on a liquid diet, the bar has him covered. But the food smells so good. His sedentary lifestyle has been at least in part his own choice; she's always happy to keep him busy. With walks and things, too.

She will fuss over him as much as he allows. She will love him as much as she cares to with or without his permission--though it's much more fun with him as her accomplice in that scheme.

"Mm-hmm." Frea's got her eye on the desserts, wondering which pumpkiny delight to go for first, but the question has her full attention once he asks it. She hums softly and thinks about it, and takes the opportunity to tuck herself up against him again with her head on his chest that way she does when she wants to be held. "Well.. that depends on what you mean. I am what I am wherever I go, but not everywhere is officially my responsibility. Does that make sense?"