"Of course." The look he is giving Magnus is unmistakably fond again, warm around the eyes. He does like to feed the people he loves. And he misses the rare but precious evenings when Sizhui would come by and eat with the two of them, when all three of them happened to be at the Cloud Recesses at the same time, or the night-hunts wherein the three of them would dine at the local inn all together. "We usually dine in our quarters."