The meals had admittedly been meager - steady, but rationed and there were no seconds. So he couldn't help the way his face lit up - probably like those other soldiers' had - when she mentioned pot roast and mashed potatoes. "Are you sure that's not too much trouble? I mean... it sounds wonderful, and I'm only going to eat it if you eat some, but..." It still seemed like some work to go through, though he did feel better when she indicated she'd eat some, too. "As long as you'll eat, too." Then he wouldn't feel too much like she'd gone out of her way.

Of course, when she said how she was doing - and that they'd both probably been better - he did nod, glancing at the table a moment - he was debating just being honest and telling her how... awkward things had been at home when she noticed the book, making him glance up. "Really? It seemed a little more well-worn than the others," he murmured, running his fingertips over it, almost lovingly. "I read a little of it this afternoon. I mean, I sort of just opened it up to the middle, but..." Actually, even though he'd been in a bad mood, now that he thought back on it, it hadn't really been a problem to start from the middle. "It felt... familiar," he realized out loud, looking at the book a little more closely, like it was the key to his memory - though after a moment he knew it couldn't be that simple. Still... "That has to be good, right?"