[ She understands, and she nods, squeezing his hand before letting go. ]

Do you need to eat?

[ Liv still has beauty pageant brain in her fridge, but also the closets have been pretty accommodating, so she's happy to just show him how it works once she takes care of him. ]

I have to eat at least once a month.

[ Oh, maybe she should ask this: ]

When you eat, do you get flashes of the person's life before they died? Memories, from their point of view?