Stew? Fresh bread? Dustin's mouth starts to water. He's been living off of fast-food and vending machine snacks for a few months now, in order to best conserve his very limited pool of funds while still fueling his abnormally high metabolism. The idea of an actual meal, even if it's made of foodstuffs from an alien planet he's never been to, is enough to get him to stick around. Besides, Tommy's apparently been providing meals for everyone and may have been doing so for most of the three years he's been here. If Dustin could trust anyone to know what's safe to eat around here, it should be this guy.

The teenager rocks slightly in his seat, suddenly looking a little sheepish. "...You need help preparing any of it?" he asks. Tommy heavily implied that he was doing this for free, but Dustin knows that nothing is given without a price. "I know the current batch is almost done, but I could help plate it or prep the next one or whatever."