Erik wasn't sure what he felt about Raven's deliberate desire to keep information of a possible future from him. He wasn't in a position to recognize or empathize with the fact that she'd done it for what she thought of as his own good, but he wasn't angry. What he wanted was to hear the why from her own mouth, and then he'd decide how he felt.
"Be my guest," he indicated with a generosity that was as ever tinged sardonic, "I'm not going to eat in front of you."
There was enough for two people unless Erik was bulking up for a marathon, as well. In addition to the chicken there was also a plate of raw vegetables; Erik wasn't sure how cooking had become for him, of all people, a way of connecting with the others on their team, but he wasn't going to go out of his way to analyze it one way or the other. He finished the chicken - "sauteed, nothing especially elaborate," and served himself up a plate, leaving Raven to do the same as he took a seat.