He watched her movements, his curiosity almost matching his suspicion. She didn't seem to do anything differently in how she made each cup, but he was still going to wait for her to drink from one first.

After she brought it over, he looked at the strange brown liquid curiously, picking one of the cups, staring into it as he took it unto his hands.

Then his eyes darted nervously back to her face.

"Nux. My name's Nux."

He was calmer now but part of that was things were finally calming down around him. Nothing at all harrowing or strange had happened in the last few minutes as she made the cocoa and gathered the - what kind of food was this? This did not look like food.

"What are these?" he asked of the cookies, the cocoa mug still resting in his hands, where it would stay until she drank from her mug first. "They don't look like food."

Food was the more colorful bits of plants and beans and bugs from the bug farm and mother's milk. And sometimes road meat, if food was scarce and they were fighting with enemies whose bodies weren't wrecked in battle and they had time to collect them.

Never full-lifes. Full-lifes were too valuable as blood bags. But sometimes their enemies' bodies were intact enough to be worth a meal or two. You didn't waste road meat during times food was harder to come by.