He pauses in his own eating to listen to her, taking a swallow of water instead and nodding. He's never had to forage, the nearest he's come was going through hedgerows as a child with his grandmother and picking berries for preserving, or helping woth the apple harvest. But that's not anywhere near the same as she must be doing.

But then she tries the fish and clearly its a good choice on his part as she takes fork
full after forkfull. He's pleased she likes it- he isn't sure she felt the same way when she cooked for him, but he thinks she did, he remembers her watching his reaction, but maybe that was just to see if he cried because of the spice. Then again, she can't be immune to it, the anticipation of seeing what the other person thinks of something you think highly of, or love, or made. It makes your heart beat a little faster.

"It's good, right? They're not far from the Arena, so I end up in there a lot. They're nice people." Which is more than some LIERs will say about the natives.