[Apparently, while he was busy with food, Ryder had been elsewhere. He smiles crookedly for that. He lets out another wheeze at her punch, one that may or may not be another laugh.]

I guess it's... decent for... apocalypse food...

[Better than what he's doing. But, he really is glad to have given her something more than she's been having... however long it's been.

He shakes his head.]

No specific memory... Sorry... Don't think it was... significant... maybe just... something made before...