[ He's already lifting his hands up a little, sheepish. ]

You cook for me enough when I visit. I manage, and the cafe is just downstairs from the inn.

[ There's a pause and he's kind of ducking his head, rubbing at the way his poofier hair fluffs with the motion. ]

It's kinda modest I know, but I'm used to it, and it's better than living somewhere empty...