She starts to argue, words almost spilling out when he mentions food. The argument turns to a smile and she nods. She's not hungry. She just ate a bit ago but she nods anyway.

"Yeah. I could eat some chips." And she holds her hand out to him. He's held his out to her so many times, asking for her trust, asking her to go with him. Now she supposes she's asking a little bit of the same.