[She misses the sympathetic look—perhaps for the best, given that she'd have no idea what to do with it—entirely because she can't stop watching the wolf right back once she notices them, blue eyes staring into their mismatched ones. Intently, yet without hostility despite the way she's tensed into readiness, as though she was trying to work out some long and complex math problem.]

Yeah...

[More of a response is clearly required, she can't exactly spend the rest of the meal in preoccupied silence, and yet it takes her several seconds to recover and find the thread of conversation again. With a visible effort, she focuses on his face, his eyes.]

Y-Yeah, you're right. And, um, they've probably got to have a farm somewhere too, right? Since they're serving us vegetables.

[Wilted, dangerously-close-to-spoiled vegetables, but vegetables all the same.]