I made her what I believe is her favourite food of all time (apart from chocolate): shell noodle soup in chicken broth. It's quite the non gastronomic feast but.. it reminds her of her grandma and makes her feel better.
Mid second bowl, she felt the call of mother Nature and had to run off to the bathroom and tinkle. Thus leaving her half eaten bowl of soup on the living room table.
Guess who showed up? You got it... Sharkdog aka the bottomless stomach.
So, what did I say?
No soup for you!
I've turned into a Seinfeld character... well, at least I'm not George.