"Oh no, stop," he said that with a grin, all the chocolate treats she listed out making his stomach grumble softly at the thought. Even if a good part of it, he did not recognize by name alone. For now, though, he kept helping himself to those peanut butter cups, as he stole a glance at the rest of the food she was preparing for them. "You'll have to stop talking about food and giving me food, if we are to ever do anything else other than eat."

He didn't make too weird a face to the grapes, though unusual it was to see it mixed with salad and chicken - if anything he was curious to see how it worked. People roasted meat with some fruits at times, after all, so why not this? "Can I help with anything now?"