“If you don't like it, Eat me.”

“... Hey, I didn't know you didn't like baloney."I went cold. "I don't like it. I never liked it."Soda just looked at me. "You used to eat it. That's why you wouldn't eat anything while you were sick. You kept saying you didn't like baloney, no matter what it was we were trying to get you to eat.""I don't like it," I repeated.”

“Well it's like eating at my mom's you get what's being served and if you don't like it they still make you eat it”

“You are staring at me like you were going to eat me up.”

“I love it when you look at me like that,' he murmured, his fingers kneading into the plump flesh of her cheeks, 'How am I looking at you?' she managed. 'Like you want to eat me alive, but you don't have a spoon.”

“Where. Is. He?" Alphonse repeated, although it sounded more like "Don't make me eat your face.”