She shook her head at him when he asked her if she wanted any. She wasn't hungry.
"Not really." She shrugged. "I spent about six or seven years going from place to place. Not so much wandering, more like running for my life." She smiled at him slightly.
"It's actually kind of nice now. Keeping my feet on the same ground. Having a place to call home. I think it's important to have an anchor."