"I'm not asking you to."

He's pretty sure those meats and cheese are preserved in their own grease, and while he's fine with eating what's available, well. Better than that is available, and easy to get, at that. Might as well let her have them if it means that much. He's known people who get anxious about food, has a number of them in his squadrons, and he's not about to get between her and some sense of security.

So there he stands, bag open, mildest of mild expressions on his face. "My arms are gonna get tired."