If she wants to eat, they're gonna eat. Daryl hasn't been here that long but it's clear even from this that no one's standing in her way. It's more, he thinks, than just the fact that she's pregnant-- though frankly anyone refusing a pregnant woman these days is kind of a shit to begin with. Folks here respect her, and they ought to.

It's good to see, enough to rally his spirits a little, even if it doesn't cover up the empty space left by the man who should be beside her, fussing more than anyone else is.

"Shit," he murmurs, amused and more than a little jealous, crazy as that feels. He's been eating real food meant for people, he can't be picky about sweets. Full stomachs are what matters.

Still, there's living and there's living.