Oh, gods, the braces years. All my sympathy to Fiona! I remember being in pain after they were tightened each month, but the hunger always seemed to win out. I ate it all, even the forbidden stuff, I just ate it really slowly and got very good at cutting things into very small pieces. Soft burritos, spaghetti, and lots of chicken noodle soup. (Possibly a lot of french fries too, but I invoke the Fifth on that.) The only thing that turned out to be a disaster was caramel -- it got stuck on the fixtures and made itself at home.

And a heads up to you, Peg, if her orthodontia involves those little rubber bands at any point? You will be finding them for years to come. I've had those stupid braces off for fourteen years now and I still find bags of those things everywhere. (They actually make very good stitch markers for knitting.) Also very convenient for surprise attacks on unsuspecting classmates, but I think I'll take the Fifth again.