[ If she told Eugene she'd actually eaten Jack the Ripper, he might just have to draw the line. Still, he hadn't realized her statement hadn't been intended for innuendo, and he snorted to himself, placing a hand over his face. ]

I-- oh, god. Okay, this is awkward. I meant-- y'know... eating has a few... different meanings, not all of them ingesting.

I would be very surprised if someone wanted me to eat them. Cannibalism style, it'd be different. But there are cannibal cults back home, just... waiting for people to wander into their traps.