"...Max?" One eyebrow arches, because he's just a little amused to find she's got somebody else at home that shares his own name. "There's enough for you to have more yourself, too. Would you like me to fetch you something to carry some home in, though?" Now that he's watched her reaction, Horvath can't help but take a few limping steps over to pick one for himself, savoring it with a thoughtful smile.

Most of his food these days comes from the grocery store, although Mara has gotten him back to the land a little, more recently. He can see the nostalgic effect they might have, and briefly his mind goes back to picking them when he was just a boy, very long ago.

"I'm sorry. It's... a terrible thing, to live to see the home of one's early life fall to ruin. Perhaps it could be brought back to life, but I know it wouldn't be the same." That's the voice of experience, there, and genuine empathy.