When steaks are on the grill, Honey collapses into a state of weakness. Her normal frenetic state is subdued and all energy is focused on willing the steaks to her mouth. It takes every ounce of strength she has to do this. At the same time (and to make the whole thing that much more physically draining) she can’t make it seem like this is what she’s doing, so she never looks directly at the steak-making device or its operator for fear of giving herself away.