My version of nothing to eat: on a busy weekend I'll put out a nice, traditional buffet.
I'm tending it and a mom/daughter come through. Mom – fit, tan, So.Cal. -- is carrying the plate for the daughter -- late teens, and skinny. Mom talks, daughter doesn't say a word, but I can see her face.
Mom, "isn't this a nice breakfast? Bacon and eggs and all sorts of nice things." Daughter (oh God ...)
Mom, "you like eggs and bacon don't you?" Daughter (I'm vegan ...)
Mom, "I'll give you a little eggs, and maybe just one strip of bacon." Daughter (I've been vegan for four years ...)
Mom, "potatoes, you probably don't want the potatoes do you?" Air quotes "Too fattening" laughs. Daughter (f#@king right ...)
Mom, "and home-baked muffins, and some really nice fruit? You'll like that."
She gives the plate to the daughter who goes to the farthest corner of the room and spends 10 minutes cutting and sliding bits of food into a form of mosaic. Mother is too busy chatting to even notice that not a a bit of it was eaten.