There's a clattering of tin against metal as she drops the tin into the sink, Scarlett's head snapping around to look at him and while she really should know better than to stare? He can't go saying something like that and expect her not to have a response.

"You know I wouldn't mind meeting these original handlers of yours." Though her tone is anything but friendly. You don't need to be socially adept to realize she'd like them to meet the sharp edge of her sword.

"It's like a hamburger, kinda." She huffs, realizing he probably won't know what that is either. "It's not gourmet but, it doesn't suck either. Plus I've got bread." Not bread like you'd find in a store, but the homemade kind.

"Sorta like bread. They call it Damper. It's an Australian survivalist thing. No yeast required." She's not even sure why she's telling him this. Because he's here. Because he'll listen. "Most of my cooking skills don't require a kitchen."