That'd make Rosie happy to hear since she's tried hard to make the place somewhere people want to be. Although not entirely the opposite or antithesis to the penthouse she was caged in for years, it was certainly more 'lived in' than there. That's how she liked it and she was glad that at least translated well for others either so far.

Even though the other woman doesn't meet her gaze initially, the blond doesn't take it any sort of way. She's more than familiar with needing to finish a thought or not wanting to lose progress on something before addressing someone else. When Aurelia does look up at her though, it's not what she expects to see. A flicker of something anxiously uncertain that makes Rosie wonder if she overstepped somehow before anything.

All that nervous energy though leads to that confession: she doesn't need to eat. "Oh," she answers, firstly. After only a brief beat though, she does have more to add. "That's not a problem, actually! I mean, actually, I probably should have prepared for that..." With all the different kind of offworlders that might appear, vampires or otherwise being among them should have been a consideration. She'll have to see what she can provide eventually.

But in the meantime: "Well, I meant what I said about having the best hospitality!" She sets that plate of food off to the side before brushing her hair back behind her shoulders. "If blood's all you need, I've got plenty." Which is emphasized by fingers tapping on her bare neckline.