[Diarmuid could certainly relate to the thoughts in Peter's head; he, too, feels a distant kinship from the smell of the freshly cooked meal, and every time he eats he thinks of his brothers at the monastery. He steps inside tentatively at the offer, glancing around the home and feeling a little intrusive. Henry was the girl from the bathroom stalls, wasn't she? He sure hoped she wouldn't be upset with him for being here.]

If it's no trouble. There's enough here to leave for Henry as well.

[He smiles back at Peter, breathing out to relax himself.]

Sorry, I've been... skittish, in new places.

Would you like some now? I could collect some bowls...

[He's been very good at collecting and preparing things one-armed.]