There was warmth in Laurel's laugh, character and a tenderness. Matt decided instantly that it was one sound he would never get tired of, that and it offered him a vision of her. At least, as good of a silhouette that he could get with his abilities. From what he could see, her face was pretty, but when she smiled it was exponentially greater. He was curious if even she knew what it was like to experience and he figured that if he asked her then she would deny it. So he would save it for himself.
"You can't deny fresh food. I'm wondering how the produce here will stack up on these long voyages. They have to stop and replenish their stock, right?" It was a question he'd been asking himself for a while now.
Matt nodded at Laurel's comment about take-out, "Tell you what, if and when we do stop, I'll take you to the first place that's advertising." It was a small promise, one he knew he shouldn't make because he didn't know what to expect if they did stop, but he hoped if offered some kind of hope. "Deal?"