Hasn't he been eating whatever you've been making on the road as well?

[ The bowls are nice, earthenware things, like the kind they used to eat out of in the Lower Quarter. Everything here feels oddly like home, actually, and Flynn settles easily in across from Yuri, some of those odd feelings settling as he eats. This could be home, he supposes: a little house with him and Yuri and Repede and their strange smoke-animals, who are settled in the kitchen doorway, apparently not hungry. Flynn gets the sense Daisy doesn't need to eat either.

And their own dinner— ]

This is really good, Yuri. You got better during your travels.