"You make it sound like the latest designer drug," Nat chuckles as she cuts herself another piece. "I used to back before. I'm O+, a hot commodity, and I think it's fun," she shrugs as if this isn't a strange thing to say. "I'll leave all the fainting to you though -- here," she adds another pancake to his pile from her own, fussing. "You'll feel better the faster you fill up."