"Oh!"

Reynir hadn't been anticipating that answer, but his expression quickly shifts from surprise to gently amused understanding. By the end of that first expedition he had been so excited to eat anything other than Mikkel's cooking that he had scarfed down a ten year old can of tuna and thought it was the best thing he'd ever tasted. So, yeah. He gets it.

And he fishes around in the pocket of his long coat, pulling out a little white cloth, neatly wrapped in a bundle with something inside. He holds it out to Foggy and offers:

"Then... do you want some ginger cookies, instead? They might be a little crumbly from being in my pocket, but they're good, and they're definitely not stew."

He'd been saving them as a snack for later, after he's finished with his work up in the Agricultural Sector, but Foggy's need is greater than his, right now. By a lot.

"So... are you saying you knew you were going to be traveling to a different world, you just didn't expect it would be this one?"