"You don't have to go out of your way to..." But he trails off, reaching for the jar of preserves.

The little comforts of home all came from somewhere, and they came from people working harder with less for the same result. And it's a good thing Church isn't a picky eater by any means. Sure, his palate has become a little more refined since being (re)introduced to eating, but food is food, damn it.

"You're good to me." With a smooch to the cheek and passing her the jar. It's only the truth.