The stuff smelled decent, at least. It was the sausage, she figured. She blinked when Omega came back in, looked over at her, and barked out a worried demand; Blue frowned, hurriedly tucking a stray lock of hair behind an ear.

"--nothing," she stated flatly, crossing arms over her chest. "I'm--all right." She wasn't, but there was nothing she could do about it now, unfortunately. "Just felt a little nauseous all of a sudden." Which was the truth, she'd wanted to throw up her toenails, really.

The water and juice were wonderful, though. Blue immediately slid out of bed and made for the juice carton, swallowing several gulps before leaving the rest for her mate. The pizza slices she eyed with suspicion, but did manage to take a few bites from one of the smaller, meat-slathered slices, wrinkling her nose as she chewed and swallowed. It wasn't bad, as take-out pizza went, but lately, all food seemed to taste like dirt to her palate.