"Humor me." She insisted, making her way into the kitchen. There was a plethora of things in the basket that could be quick and then she'd let him go, at least feeling satisfied he was fed. She thought it was good Jack had someone around again. Not that she expected two grown men to be checking in on one another often, but it would be good that somebody was around, at the very least.

Motioning for him to give her back the basket, she started to unload the quick things— some cold sandwiches and cheese, a little container of apples dusted with cinnamon and sugar leftover from the apple tartes at the bottom. Something quick so he could entertain her worries and then head back to the office where he would at least probably feel useful. Daff took out a slice of apple for herself. "Will he be shocked by my appearance?" She teased lightly, trying to lighten the mood a little, if nothing else was accomplished she could be satisfied with feeding and distracting him for a few minutes.