Jesus, how long had this kid been on his own that a simple offer of food was enough to make him cry? It took a ton of self-control not to just pick him up and give him a hug, but based on the way he was trying to hid things, trying to be a man, she figured he wouldn't appreciate it. Always with the stiff upper lip, and she wondered who had decided that little kids always had to fake being so tough.

"Sort of, but it's just a big kitchen. There's always enough for sandwiches and things in the fridge and people make fresh juices from the things that grow around here."

She motioned to the forest beyond before leading him inside, giving his hand a little squeeze in lieu of the hug she thought he really needed. "Some of them are really, really good."