Feather-light fingers (not even the ones sticky from cookies) light at the back of Lydia's arm in thanks. He does not demur in any way, but selects the most non-alien things he can possibly find. It's cheese and crackers. You can't make cheese any weirder.

That done, he nods, pretending to think more than he is actually. "Which. Arguably. Good for us." He nibbles at his cracker, contemplative, "Easier to get out of an abduction if they don't just off us now."