Lyra really wasn't hungry. Which wasn't a surprise, after the number of hot dogs she'd eaten that afternoon. (It was truly amazing how much an average thirteen-year-old could eat. It was kind of a comforting thought, that this was a constant between universes.)
All the same, she would need to eat, sooner or later. And he suspected she wouldn't want to cook tonight. Her remaining roommate certainly wouldn't be settling down long enough to eat. He had an idea, though. He couldn't make her eat, but he could make sure she had at least a little nourishing food available.
"It is a bit early, for dinner, isn't it? But if you'd like, I could make some things for you to keep in the fridge for later."