There was truth to that. Her parents had probably known an entirely different array of food than she did, but most of that had died off. Now she had more of a taste for shellfish than for goat or other caprini. But she could see how that correlated. The food chains of various planets was only interesting to her when there was a more apex predator than humans. There was some debate to be had about whether or not these rabbits were that. They certainly seemed like they were trying to be. "Of course I'm free," she said, nudging him softly with her shoulder. "How could I possibly say no to an offer like that, anyway?"
She hadn't meant to make him nervous, though. That was genuinely the last thing she'd wanted. But his instant concern and the sudden focus of his attention still made her smile. That was the thing that got her about him. He was just so genuine. She knew almost no one else who possessed that sort of open honesty and affection all at the same time.
"No, nothing's wrong..." she said, just as quick to reassure him. At least she didn't think anything was wrong. She hoped there wasn't. They would very shortly find out. She reached up and laid her hand against the back of his head, pulling him in for a kiss. She hoped that would settle his nerves a little. Then she turned her hand slightly in his and drew his hands towards her stomach, pressing them there. There was no movement yet, but Phasma had always been incredibly fit and the changes to her body were easy enough to see and feel. Whatever forces ran the hotel had also been slowly adjusting her wardrobe as needed, which had been her first indication that it wasn't just her imagination.
She looked down at his hands and then back up at him, meeting his gaze. "I'd like to think this is good news?" she offered.