Stumbling away from the table and throwing a glare at Angel over his shoulder, Andrew went to the counter. He kept an eye on her as he worked. He made up two plates of chicken, assorted vegetables in the side, a slice of bread and butter, some very good cheese, and an apple. He set one near Angel and sat down across from her. 
"I don't mind if you don't want it. I'll eat it quite happily myself. But I don't know how your going to kill me without eating anything first."