"It really is the only sensible route," she agreed with a firm nod. "Especially if she's bringing you food. Food is so easy to contaminate, after all." And unless you knew what you were tasting for or had a lab to run a meal through, it was impossible to be sure, unless you trusted your cook.
She had an uncomfortable lurch at his comment, and swallowed it down. "As well you shouldn't," she agreed quietly. "I'll teach you," she said with a firm nod, finding herself on surer footing. And even that was relative; she hadn't done this for anyone else, after all.
Standing, she had the thought to go prowl in the kitchen to see what she'd need to buy, but a step brought her close enough to see his pictures. And then she had to nod a little to the one of the Rangers and ask quietly, "Can you tell me where you were?" Some things were classified, after all - they both knew that.