Harrowheart smiles hopefully at the suggestion of food. Runa has saved his soul and he is unworthy, and more importantly she's talking about eating, his most illogical of undead pastimes.

"I'd love to try some food," he says with a quiet hopefulness. "I only ever had real Earth food from Earth once, and I was sorta... Not myself then. Everything was real good, though! Better than if I'd been me. Everything only tastes half-good these days. All the food I ate last time I was here was all made by the Durants' chefs. Runa, have you had dinner at their place yet? You get tons and tons of little tiny plates, but when you're done it's kinda like you had one regular meal? But with more flavors! If you ain't tried eatin' like that before, you're gonna love it, believe me."

And just like that the shame he'd felt moments ago is (mostly) gone. Food is the great unifier, it's a universal truth.

He smiles slightly and shakes a finger at her as he walks them toward the smell of the food stalls. "Did I forget to tell you that my family loved the desserts you made? The rolls and the pie? They all thought they were amazing. They wanna meet you real bad, but they're gonna try and steal your recipes if they get the chance. If they're secret you better have a good excuse!"