[ Haha! His summary of Abigail gets a genuine sort of laugh from Allen. He really isn't wrong there. He's seen how she can dog after Viktor, especially with him spending more time around Sanctuary to study it.

But jam and fried bread? With strawberries? He's in, and takes the offered fruit with an amicable sort of smile. ]

Sure, I can do that. [ And gosh you don't need to tell him not to eat too many!! (Even if he... probably would....) But he moves over to the pile of strawberries, leaning his crutches against the countertop before assessing them and the paring knife. (Left hand? Left hand.)

He nicks one and pops it in his mouth while he's debating, clearly just to confirm they're good enough to use. ]

It's been really busy, trying to figure out everything. [ He says that, but he's also smiling as he figures out how he wants to cut the berries. Holding them in his right hand as he uses his left more deftly with the knife.

It's a soft, warmed sort of smile he doesn't often get. Happy, but also a little heavy. ]

I wish I was able to fight properly again already.

What about you, Viktor?