She comes up closer to him, that prickling feeling still of being a stranger in someone else's house that settles in about. His constant invitations help, though, let her feel if not settled then not a complete burden to him. "Thank you."

Polite to her last, as she goes to do just that, old habits, still ingrained that she takes spoons up some rice to try, immediately covering her mouth as she does so. Her eyes down as she tastes it, before she looks up again. "It's good."