What can she say, she has that affect on people. Always giving a sense of both unease and ease, depending on the person and where they are in their death timeline. And then there are the people who just like death as a concept, not as a person.

Still, she kept a loose hold on his arm and beamed up at him with a smile. "Chips? Ooh, like fish and chips? How very British!" Death laughed, tempted to do a British accent, but decided not to. "Between fish and chips and a banana, you'd always choose a banana, wouldn't you. I think what food you pick says a lot about a person, actually!"