[ She doesn't ask why food is so important to her. It's not just from her own experience already, but the eight hundred years where it became Himeka's thing. It doesn't stop her from breathing out a sigh that's more of a grunt: ]

You'd have to make me.

[ In the tone of "you couldn't" - maybe it's a challenge to be a challenge? ]

[ Why not, Himeka wagers and Nebula presses her lips together. There's a million reasons why not. She'd said as much earlier: She's not pleasant company. And the way Himeka continues to phrase it is as a favor to them. She wants to say how she's not good company. Certainly, she's not particularly loud company. Nor is she the kind of person capable of making anyone else feel better. ]

[ Reasonably, she continues to think: Why her? ]

Isn't there someone else - [ a beat, punctuated: ] better? Maximoff has already proven she can do anything she wants on her own.

[ Which means, it's not like she can do chores or anything helpful? Nebula, incapable of seeing how she can do something for someone that isn't laboring. ]

You must have plenty of friends around here.