He followed her as she walked, noting that she was very pretty in just her bare feet as well. She would probably look good to him covered in mud. Not that he wanted to find out.
"That sounds good." He didn't know about how lonesome cooking for one could be, but he nodded. "I'm sorry you feel so lonely. You can call me if you ever get too lonely."
He eyed the food, and his stomach rumbled. Ah, the blessing of being a teenager with a high metabolism. He could always eat.