Shade-Seeker nods approval, or perhaps affirmation. After their discussion of alchemy, he feels a certain amount of proprietary care for Verity's magical growth. It isn't a widely-held belief he's just voiced, but it works for him, and he believes it could work for her as well.

"Cornbread? I don't think I've seen corn made into bread," he muses, taking a piece with care. "Oh, it's crumbly." Gauntlets maybe aren't the best for picking up a piece of cornbread--claws, either. With a little care, though, he can pop a piece into his mouth. "Mmm. Buttery, sweet, and very definitely corn. Thank you!"