Answer:
Die without me, never thank me. Walk right through me, never feel me. Always watching, never speaking. Always lurking, never seen. What am I?
You went into the woods and got me. You sat down to seek me. You brought me home because you couldn't find me.
Although it sounds like I work on a transportation device I actually work in a restaurant.
I am so delicate that even mentioning me breaks me. What am I?
What goes up and down but does not move?
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.