"No mushrooms an' no insects," he adds, trying to bring a bit of levity to her words. The kitchen looms ahead, leaving them to traverse the dining rooms, which are surprisingly empty, being mid-afternoon. He hesitates for a moment, before adding "an' no gettin' upset when you do y'r best to help everyone."

He's not sure if he's allowed, but Najaran seems like she could use a little pick-me-up, and it's not a gesture he feels wholly uncomfortable doing for her. His hand drops lightly at the top of her head to ruffle the strands, the corners of his mouth rising as he gives her a cheery grin.

"I think I can do that," he assures her, stepping forwards to open the door to the kitchens. It feels a little tossed out there, this small reassurance-- but he didn't know when else to tell her, and he doesn't want to lose it entirely either. So, casual or not, he's said as much. And if she doesn't believe him; he'll just have to prove it to her.

"Alright, so what's the plan?" he asks once in, ready and willing to follow along with her instructions. Cooking yummy food is bound to raise their spirits up after all.