Illya sat up in the medical bed, arms crossed across his chest. "Absolutely not."
"Come on partner, be reasonable."
"Reasonable! For three days I have had nothing but clear soup and lime Jell-O. I will not do it."
"I've had the same food, just a little bit."
"I have paid the price and have earned this. The answer remains no."
"But I can't get out of this bed and they won't give me one."
"Napoleon, I will not give you a bite of my hoagie."
Ignoring Napoleon's begging, Illya took a large bite a look of contentment on his face.