Firo stares at her retreating form before he moves in behind her. The amusement in his voice is much stronger now, with no real attempt to hide it. "Wow. You really are desperate."

And, yes, he's skeptical of that denial. He smirks. "Goldfish sounds awfully specific."

Wasting no time, he makes straight for the kitchen. When they get there, he gestures toward the table to indicate where she should put the food.

With all the residents being new, the kitchen (and the whole house) are rather spare. But there are a few cans in the cupboard collected from wherever they could scrape it together, and Firo intends to see what he can work with those and the meat.