Matilda shrugs her shoulders, her eyes flickering to The Wizard as he gestures- before her gaze wanders back to him, a pout transfixed on her face. "Yeah. Probably. It feels like a waste though. And... A Lady always eats what's in front of her." Here she crinkles her nose in a most unladylike fashion and... takes a sip of the milkshake.

And then sits immediately back in her seat, pouting more.