If she hadn't had money on her... Well, they would have been finding out real quick if she could still pick a pocket without getting caught. She isn't especially proud of having that particular skill but war had necessitated that they all find new ways to survive. When they'd still been able to hide in the cities, that had meant stealing money and food and clothes to be able to take care of the kids.

The tilt of the mirror speaks loud and clear. Smiling in mild amusement, she nods at his words. "Okay, okay, you're right," she agrees. "Honestly, something not processed to within an inch of its life sounds really great right now."

Now that she's thought about food, she notices just how hungry she is. The protein bars had sustained her but little else. Real food not out of a foil wrapper is an almost heavenly thought. And yet—

"Maybe they can make up something to go and I can eat out here with you." Because she really doesn't feel like being alone for very long right now. Being alone and without him.