While Kid was sure that it wasn't a lack of food hat was triggering her episode of weakness... she did have to admit that most of everything wafting from the table smelled pretty good. Maybe she could just play it up for the sake of a free meal... "Mighty decent of ya, mate," she seemed to accept, taking the plate as Mopassa took one as well.

She moved towards a seat on the bench, next to where the young man had been sitting before their spat, and settled in, grabbing for a fork and, well, maybe just a small slab of that meat in the process. "Mighty decent for sure," she chomped down, apparently feeling much better. "What'd you say yer name was again?"