Horvath lifts his eyebrows in an expression of mixed amusement and surprise, but rocks on his feet to settle into a more stable pose, leaning on the cane. He waits, and watches, and when he's fairly sure the berry is basically gone from her mouth he murmurs a single word softly. "Blackberries."

Whether she's had them before her world went pear-shaped and this is a jolt of memory, or whether she's never had anything like it at all, he's willing to let her savor the experience.