She does not know what, precisely, it is to eat. She sometimes accompanies Her when She travels to the Secondary Realms on the Border Sea, and she has seen mortals eating, but food is not necessary for Denizens.
"Eat this," She tells her, holding a round, red fruit out.
She takes it, although she does not know if Denizens can eat. She raises the apple to her lips and takes a bite.
"So you can eat," She says, thoughtfully. As if this was another of Her experiments.
She does not care; the juice lingers in her mouth, delicious, foreign, addicting.