Her comment that she doesn't eat much has Jake frowning slightly at her, deeply-ingrained concerns about Beth's eating habits rising to the fore in regards to a different young girl, followed quickly by more practical worries about adequate nutrition that have nothing to do with potential eating disorders.

He doubt that's much of a concern in this isolated hellscape, really.

"If you need help getting enough food..." he starts, a half-formed offer dying on his tongue when he thinks about how hard Cougar works to make sure his oversized boyfriend is fed. Jake knows how much he eats, and how difficult it is to keep him running adequately. Not to mention Cougar himself, and then they've got Veronica to think about... Jake has to stop attempting to take in strays. "There are lots of people here these days, surely you can barter for more food."

He half-turns to look at his dog, something soft and fond coloring his expression as the dog lifts pale blue eyes just like Jake's to meet his. "Yeah, he's okay. Even if he's spoiled terribly."

The pig in her arms gets a considering look. "Maybe," he concedes. "Pigs are natural truffle hunters, but I'm not sure how you'd go about training him to first find them and then not eat them when he does find them."