[Paul is getting much better at concealing his impulse to make a warding sign at the mention of androids. A slight recoiling runs through him anyway, but it's dispelled by the warm sunlight gleam of Falco's pleasure at good food.

It reminds him of the eagerness Gideon has for sampling new things, his most enthusiastic housemate by far when it comes to food. They're both children of deprivation and hardship in ways Paul doesn't understand - but can at least try to protect them against here.]

I'm sure they would.

[Anyone would like what Falco made for them if they had any heart, even if the boy was an incompetent - which he assuredly is not.]

If you ever do need food, you know that you can come to me, don't you? I'd like you to know that. I promise I won't even cook it, but we have plenty. I've made sure there's enough for you, too.