She gives it a minute, curling up to the warm spot he left. Then the noise of chairs makes her frown. Bless it all Psiioniic, you're lucky she loves you enough to get up out of this comfy pile. She walks out slowly, peering around for him.

"A, I'm not going to eat your oranges and b, you are not eating all those. One Psii," She crouches down to look at him and raises an eyebrow, "Don't you want to be in the pile while you eat it?"