"Only one of them's a relation." But that's a technicality, they're all family.

She sits and gives him a surprised look at the nickname. It's...actually not an objectionable nickname. Kind of badass, actually. And he has no reason to know about her affinity with ice magic, either. Hunh. And here he is, making food. Food means something. Food and time are precious resources, and here he is giving her both. She has softened quite a bit when she is presented with the plate, and reaches immediately for the fruit.

"I would love some." Anything hot sounds really good. She starts wolfing down fruit and cheese, pauses to polish off the meat, and finishes with the fruit again, beginning and ending with the sweet things. It's incredibly satisfying.