Fortunately, Benji is legitimately used to eating a great manner of mismatched meals set in front of her, to the point where not commenting on the oddity isn't just her being kind. This one is certainly new, anyway, but not unwelcome, moving to sit down and draw her plate over. The messenger bag is set down to lean against her leg, and she keeps her coat on sort of out of habit rather than rudeness or intention to leave any time soon; it's comfortable, so.

"To be honest, I'm better at baking than, you know, that sort of cooking," Benji says, watching as the food is set down before reaching to tear some bread for herself. Table manners are subjective. "It's just being careful about quantities and then letting it work on its own. Anything harder and I'm really very liable to hurt myself."