[Subtlety, it seems, is not her strongest suit today. She should just feign being full at this point, though everything looks and smells mouthwateringly delicious and she was about to run into the kitchen for her mother's cooking when she ended up here, so... But—no, she can't shake it, that unease. Even if everyone else does seem to be enjoying themselves and no one's keeled over yet.

Yet.

She looks up when Hiccup approaches, though, and covers her surprise with a bright laugh that comes easily despite everything else. The way her cheeks colour isn't an act, either, though she is a Weasley and they blush as easily as breathing.]

I'm ravenous, really. [Not... exactly a lie.] Back home, my Mum forces about third or fourth helpings of everything at most meals so I suppose I don't know how to eat any less. [Grinning, patting her stomach.] Exercise, you know. Helps keep the guilt off.