Robin frowned slightly at her remark about the food. He had begun to assume that it would be easier to come by in this world, which was obviously more prosperous than the one he had just left; apparently, he had been mistaken.
Well, he was used to going hungry. There was enough in the way of comfort here to more than make up for it. At least he would not be cold once the weather turned, nor would the roof above his head drip on him when it rained.
"Let's collect it, and then perhaps we can talk?" he suggested.