As they both settle in, Eddie takes out his own meal, opening it up curiously. He'd bought it on a whim, going completely by the picture on the packaging (very pretty, with a stylized tree and blossoms fluttering from it) and the nutritional information listed on the back, not paying much attention to what's in it. Eddie's never been a terribly fussy eater, and frankly, he doesn't even know exactly what's in half the food he eats here, which is something he's pretty used to from experimental dinners at dim sum where he just asked for a little of everything.

When Caitlin says she likes it here, in spite of her sheepishness, the fact she looks like she feels a bit guilty about that, Eddie smiles at her, bright and abrupt and genuine.

"I'm glad." he says, and he means it, "You know, I wasn't sure I was a big fan at first, but it's really starting to grow on me. This...this is really pretty, especially."

When she continues on, Eddie watches her attentively, letting his hands and the food he bought settle in his lap while he listens. Eddie's always been a good listener, mostly because he's actually interested in what people are saying to him, generally. Caitlin is no different, and he nods a bit, frowning.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Caitlin."

For the moment, her dismissive handwave is left ignored, as is her attempt to move onto another topic, because Eddie is just trying to meet her eyes, and offering her a tentative smile, "I'll do my best to help make sure you don't get lonely, if you'll do the same for me."