"Whichever works for you," he said as he shook her hand. He understood the need to be in control of your own food. He highly doubted that she was the only one here with a good bit of trust issues in having someone else handle their food. He wasn't offended or anything by it. He took a sip of his coffee as he watched her. "Yeah, I'm good with machines." About all that he was good with, in his opinion. "Cars are my preference, but I can work with most things fine."