Blue links her fingers with his, glad for the offer and that she doesn't really have to say anything.

She smiles a little. "Really?" She raises an eyebrow. She's pretty sure she's never seen Noah cook anything. He doesn't eat, for one thing, and as far as she can tell there's a lot of living on pizza at Monmouth Manufacturing. It's a really cute offer, though, and maybe she's underestimating him. "Fried green tomatoes?" she offers. "That's all vegetable. Or pot pie..." she muses, which is more of its own self-contained meal, but she has no idea how to deal with making crust and making sure the chicken cooks without overdoing the vegetables. At home, Persephone would be responsible for making half the pie crust, and it'd be flaky and amazing, and her chest hurts a little.

"You really don't have to, though," she says. "What have you been up to, aside from tracking us down to mom us?"