Cooper didn't bother sharing the swell of pessimistic thoughts that came to mind. He could only guess that if anything was put in the food, cooking it probably wouldn't help. Instead, he leaned down to give her a soft kiss as his other arm lifted around her.
"We would all starve to death without you," he answered her, sincerely meaning those words. She had spoiled him with her cooking, and, if nothing else, it would be a comfort to have a nice, home-cooked meal.
"How many people do you think you'll be cooking for?" he wondered. Asking how many people she would need to feed seemed a bit better than asking how many fellow prisoners were on the island.