"Sweetheart, that ain't much of a knifing." Walter laughs and tries not to be awkward about the food. He mostly succeeds.

"Can't be any worse than leech water." He's going to regret saying that because she'll probably ask about it. For now, he's just going to grab a jar and eat. Because he might... not really have eaten much in the past few days, aside from nibbling a little when he feeds Bourbon sometimes. He doesn't much ever think about it really.