"Depends what you're licking," she points out with a smirk. She's not volunteering, but there are plenty of people who would. The box is shifted again until the weight settles more comfortably on her hip for walking. Her look invites him to come along if he'd like. "There's plenty of fresh food here. Straight from the farm, or take out, or somewhere in between. Would you rather bring home a bounty, or get samples for your doctor to test before feasting?"