You're walking home, exhausted after a long day, and the sight that greets you is striking: your older sister sitting in front of a pizza, surrounded by a tower of about fifteen other boxes, almost as tall as you! She says casually,

Velvet: "Oh... Hi, weakling. I hope you don't mind, but I was craving something to eat; you know how demanding my metabolism is."

Even though she paid for such a feast with your money, pretend it's not that big a deal.