"We're making everything. Including your own pickles, although I brought a set with me that I made a couple of weeks ago." Raleigh looks at Les pointedly, because she's told him before that pickles are fine, well, and good, but they're not exactly a standalone sort of food product.

"I don't know! You could have just woken up but not gotten yourself put together." She didn't know how else to put it - she didn't want to tell Les he wasn't dressed, exactly, even though he was clearly in his pajamas. "And I'll make you eggs. I'll win you over to the whole 'cooking real food is worth it' camp, swear to god," she said with a smile even as she shook her head.