His nose scrunches, his crooked smile growing across his lips as the snicker escapes him in tiny huffed breaths, amused again. Yeah. Food would be good-- and not only for the young girl; they should both eat something. And drink. Even if there is comfort to be had now, he does want to tell her--

-- in a minute. First up, food.

"Not the best of cooks 'round, but we can make somethin' together," he prods lightly. His hold comes a little loose as he notices she has a goal now, and they both should be getting up. The hoodie, he leaves to her, as long as she wants it-- it positively floats on her, dwarfing her in its massive size. He still stays near as they stumble back up to their feet, just in case she's not ready yet to go.