"...goat entrails." Cordelia's face is a picture of perfect revulsion. "You know what? I don't even want to know."

She goes to sit on her bed. Whereas earlier she's pretty much afraid of crawling back to it? Now she can't wait. Cordelia glances at the door, wishing that Angel was here, too - but then her gaze shifts to Lorne. Silently, she vows to do anything she can to fix things. Outwardly, she smiles at Fred. "Anything that's not low-cal or diet for me, please. I'm thinking tonight's an excuse to get fat."