He blushed, just a little, at her comments and had WARLoCK slip himself back on his wrist. Doug shrugged his coat back on and began walking again as he adjusted his bag, nodding at her comment, "Yeah... not a lot of great meals... But I managed to get this old man to buy me a couple big sandwiches from a vendor a few weeks back. Those were really good. Last thing I had, though, was just one of those pocket pies... Swiped it from a gas station."