She chews at her lips. She definitely wanted to say yes, but she knows that isn't right. "I promise I will. Or, I'll try. I can promise that at least."

"I am," she half-chuckles. "But I get my meals. And you don't have a reason to miss out on meals. If you're that worried about the other guys missing meals, I can definitely bring down the results of my nervous cooking to you to hand out. Actually, I'd probably do that anyway."