[ See, if this was a visual novel, there would be three choices:

A. Politely decline and ask for more coffee instead.
B. Say yes, and accept the food. All the food. There's so much food, why waste it?
C. Shove that plate in Breton's face for attempting to make her fat.

Except this isn't a visual novel, and that third option is rude. But Yulia is also rude, and without filters, and still somewhat hungry even after two full plates of eggs, bacon, ham, bread, and a million kinds of sausage. Which is why Yulia sweetly smiles at Breton, eyes dangerously narrowed, handing him her empty plate. ]

If my waistline gains even a centimeter after this, I am going to rip your throat out.

I'd like to have more coffee, too.

[ She went for the fourth option, All of the above. Or a variation of it, anyway. ]