He fully plans to eat the stew. And the pie. And anything else Jo has to offer. He's a professional freeloader, you know; you just don't let food go to waste.

"I figured it was the least I could do considering it's about the only spoils of war I got for getting hit so early in the paint ball game. Never really quite figured out how far you made it though."

He paused rather pointedly.

"Did you at least get the gun?"

He's guessing yes since he never saw hide nor hair of her until the last day, but one never knows. Jo could've just been avoiding him.