“Most things don’t like to be eaten, I would say. Though I can understand not eating something out of courtesy to it.” And he honestly could, given the smallest member of his crew was nothing more than a very endearing little hermit crab that he hadn’t been able to bring himself to eat when he happened on it in his childhood. Herman was simply... special. Tiny little thief, liked to take things that weren’t his to hide away in. Did the conversation make him think of his small companion? Yes. Did he feel a little pang of missing him and the others in his group? Also yes.

“I suppose I do,” Out at restaurants, or more often than not outside, he responded with a little shrug. “I’m also lucky enough to be invited to gatherings where food is generally served. Of course, Arkady’s excitement over finding out how to properly cook the fish and the offer to make some for him as well was... very sweet. Caelan was visibly touched by that generosity offered to someone who was a stranger, unable to stop himself from smiling. “That’s very kind of you? I would be quite thankful for the gesture.” He hummed lightly, “Perhaps in return I could provide the fish, I admit I’m quite good at catching them despite not being able to cook them.” A strange thing to admit perhaps, but it was honest.

Because here they were, in a strange world, with limited funds. Caelan wasn’t the sort to take something and offer nothing in return (unless there was thieving involved, that was different), and by the sound of it she could use a few good meals.