"I'm pretty well-fed," she tells him mildly. Which is true; if she really wanted to, she could have more than her fair share of rations back home, what with various factions trying to either curry favor or express genuine affection. Plus, in the Nexus she has access to all kinds of things that aren't available in the Wasteland.

Of course, it would also be both foolish and impolite to turn down good food, so when he brings back the stew, she's not about to protest. "Glory," she comments, peering into the bag and breathing in the scent. "That smells good. They'll be thrilled, thank you!"

She's not given to being effusive, but he's being generous, and she's pleased by the thought of how the children will react to honey-glazed. She hasn't seen honey around for barter in quite a while. She offers her arm to clasp, only a little hesitant when noting the size difference between his paw and her hand. "I'll tell them who made them, when I give them to the kids."