Tina was doing well enough she assumed and she she considers turning her down again. Something in her says not to. Though not from any need for food at the moment, only simply that if she was going to manage here she was going to have to try.

"If you're going to insist on it," Tina tried, some attempted lightness coming to her tone, "I would love to." A beat as she considered if she should say something else, a finger coming to brush through her hair. There's still so much she wants to-- no needs-- to learn.

"You do a lot of fishing where you're from?"