Beverly only wished there was something she could do to help. She doesn’t know Wanda well enough for that, so instead she tries to lean on her instincts, what might help for her were she in Wanda’s shoes.

“You’re very good at this,” Beverly says warmly, nodding at the soup. The smell is already starting to get to her, making her hungrier than she was when she came in. “It reminds me a bit of the soup my grandmother used to make when I was growing up. Peas, carrots, potatoes, and a little bit of cooked ground beef. It was like a homemade hamburger soup and it was my favorite thing.”

Talking about that soup reminds her of Kesprytt and her journey with Jean-Luc, but she does her best to shove that down. There's no need to dwell too much on someone who isn't here.