[ He absolutely does want them. That mush that served as food here was serviceable, but it tasted awful, and the mere idea of fresh fruit is enough to make his mouth water. He steps forward to take the grapes when offered, with an enthusiastic, ]

Thank you!

[ Once he’s stepped back to his usual post, leaning back against a pole that he would guess people use to hold onto and keep their balance, he pops a few grapes in his mouth. Right now, they’re the best thing he’s ever tasted. ]

I’ve been thinking, actually. When we get back to the Temple, I might like to put together something like a travel pack for when we get sent to other worlds. Change of clothes, some water and rations, that sort of thing. I bet your power could really come in handy with that, if you wouldn’t mind my asking for your help with it.