He knew she'd been friends with him before. Or another version of himself, anyway. Which never seemed less strange. But he could easily enough see why. She was funny and had a sharp wit. That and he could tell how much she wanted to help people here in whatever capacity she could. He appreciated that.
"No one could blame you for that right now." And he was going to say more, about how this had been going on for days and days now, but then she was making little bunny ears with her fingers and he couldn't help but laugh, his grip nearly slipping on the pans for a second before he righted them. "I haven't had much call for them myself, but I'm sure they serve their purpose." And he couldn't even manage to say that with any kind of straight face. "It's hard to say what will make him sulk on any given day, but we'll just have to risk it." He wasn't exactly a gourmet cook, but then he had lived through a depression. He knew how to make food stretch, if it came to that. Though really, he meant it when he said he was happy to help in any way it was needed.