[He raises an eyebrow at the offer, not starving but definitely not ready to look a gift horse in the mouth.]

I could eat. You know Eden cooks for House every night? Huge Irish stews or soups or something. I keep wondering if he thinks he got high and ordered a maid service.

[He scoops up his coffee cup, hand making a brief detour to rub between Gray's ears, and inhales suspiciously.]

Or a babysitter. We could eat out if you like.