Jeremiah watched him eat for a moment, before he reached for a fork and started in on the hash himself. He rather felt as if he ought to have put some sort of sausage with it, even if it were a vegetarian based one, but maybe that would work for next time. It did seem that Wren was interested in there being a next time, and he was glad of that even as he was left unsettled whether or not he should do anything else. If the boy was living under a tree, there wasn't probably much in the way of shelter from the weather, and no wonder he'd been so cold.
But to Wren's enthusiastic response, Jeremiah grinned, equally heartfelt. "Good," he told him. "I'd like that very much. I'm still rather new here, and I'm still very much in the process of making friends."
He took a few bites of hash, a sip of the coffee and considered questions he could ask to figure out if he could help more. An offer of a meal every so often was something, but it didn't feel like very much - particularly when he did have a house like this. "That sounds like a really nice shape to snuggle in with," Jeremiah smiled, even though he was pretty certain he couldn't have managed it well, he was too tall. "Do you have some nice blankets then?"