Kijani ate politely, but was still eating quite a bit. "Well, you're a man. No one expects any kind of restraint from you. I can't imagine how many calories I'm putting into my body right now." She didn't stop eating the orange chicken, though. It was already on her plate, no sense in wasting it. "If my acquaintances could see me, they'd oink me right out of the building! I mean..." She gestured with her fork at various items. "Fried rice is pure carbs and sodium, orange chicken has far too much added sugar, even the vegetable dumplings are fried. This is... terribly bad for my womanly shape." She topped off that statement with a mouthful of wonton.