"They're berries." Little chuckled, ''I don't think there's a way to make them taste like meat." he smiled, shyly, and stuck the little baggie back into his pocket. The rest, he'd sell. Perhaps someone would put them in a cake, or use them with their tea.
And then, the kiss made his cheeks pinken. Pigs were affectionate. They cuddled, and nuzzled, and were generally considered nice creatures when they weren't great bullies. But they didn't typically kiss each other. Little occasionally kissed his sister's cheek, when he was feeling particularly loving, but this was entirely new. It was obvious not much was meant by it, but still, he wasn't sure if he'd particularly enjoyed that or not. Maybe? Most likely not. He didn't mind the gesture, after all- but from Kit, it just seemed- odd, and it showed up in his expression.
He stepped back a little, and brushed a few curls out of his face. "You're welcome. Anytime, really." he softened into a smile. He was going to have to forget his little confusion, and carry on. "Sure, you can walk with me if you want, I guess. I understand if you'd rather nap, though."