[Ann practically lights up at the offer, before laughing openly at the comical sight of Arenvald's arms being laden with more bowls of food than it looks like he'll be able to balance for long. She nods, sliding over to offer him a seat at the table she's been relaxing at, having just finished some of Akira's curry.]

I think I might be able to help you out, there! Here, have a seat— maybe I can help you take care of these before they go flying?

[It does seem to be sort of a disaster waiting to happen. She grins broadly, reaching to carefully take a bowl and set it down on the table before reaching for another.]