For the first time in who knows how long in her life, she let out a throaty laugh that was not forced. She liked him, he was a bit rough around the edges but she liked him. She took a bite of her food and it wasn't as horrible as it looked, but it wasn't that great either. She was glad she knew how to cook, for if she ever had to live on her own, she would surely do better than that. Not that she was as good a cook as the one at the home where she had been fostered. "This is not as bad as it looks."