Fen was fairly certain her love language was gift-giving even gift-making considering the black and red dagger she had made for Natasha during their time in the city in another life. Get more specific and the love language is gift-giving sharp pointy objects. When Morpheus handed the dagger over to her, Fen's eyes widened as big as a grateful golden retriever's. "I do desire! Thank you! Well... only if you're absolutely sure! There's been bandits around and all."
Despite her saying that, Fen was already flipping the dagger expertly in her fingers, getting a feel for the weight and balance of it.
When she heard the belly rumbling, her hands stopped and she looked up at him. "Lord Morpheus, have you... not eaten at all since you got here?"