People happily eat bread based foods and fruits and all kinds of things without meat. It doesn't make sense to turn your nose up at a well-cooked vegetarian dish. It's their loss if they only think with the stomach of their wolf.

[She pauses a beat, then decides this is as good a moment to use her point to shift the conversation. Her pause is brief but heavy with intention as she chooses her opening. She speaks while looking down at her food, tone as level as she can make it.]

It would also be a mistake to assume without question that the strong emotion I feel, while totally new to me, is due only to heavy influence of my wolf. [She glances over at him, out of the corner of her eyes, before turning her fork over in her hand to keep it busy. To keep from making some other show of anxiety as she finally tries to explain why she was emotional earlier. Why she is still quietly upset.] I opened up in a big way earlier, Asil, and it didn't--still doesn't feel great that because of the possibility that the wolf could sway me without my realizing it, you automatically assumed that she must have. That I didn't know my own heart or mind, or wasn't in control of my own thoughts. It made me feel...doubted. And very misunderstood. And foolish.