[Henry's almost relieved to have been given her reason for worry, and he brightens up immediately with a bright laugh.]

Aw, just that? It was definitely gross. If I didn't have to eat another eyeball for the rest of my days, it wouldn't hurt my feelings.

[But it's less about the texture and taste of the eyeball and clearly more a matter of what catches people off-guard. Henry takes stock of her, growing flustered, and gives her a patient smile.]

I've been told I have a morbid sense of humor. It's just how I am. But you should hear some of the things crows have to say! Talk about ma-CAW-bre. I'm talking puppies and kittens in comparison.