She groans a little, if only because this whole situation feels rather... What's the word... Undignified? But she's willing to try anything to ease some of the soul pain, and maybe that will be easier to cope with if she. Derives energy from food, or whatever.

Also, at least Lambert's using a fork and not his fingers.

Peridot clumsily snatches the fruit off the end of the utensil, resisting the fruit-bat born urge to just lick it for it's nectar. While Lambert is busy fishing out the next piece, she swallows, and then says in a low voice, so that no one can overhear them: "So... I figure you're probably just going to try to change the subject on me, but I have to ask: just how much metal did those idiots wind up putting into your body?"

Last she talked to him it was just his spine. With her powers, she's sensing there's a lot more than that there now.