"Young cooconut," she echoes quietly in a wondering, faintly confused murmur. What the fuck is young coconut, is it literally just... coconut that isn't old? Why would somebody put that in a can? Is it good? Not that the last question matters very much — calories are calories. She's heard someone say a phrase before along the lines of beggars can't be choosers, and she certainly isn't choosy right now. Not to mention the fact that a couple of years in the void can break pretty much anyone of the concept of being picky. You take what you can get, when you can get it.

She digs through the cans. Finds a couple of the ones he listed, gathering them in her arms and then... sort of hovering a little, waiting to follow his lead. She doesn't have a lot of experience navigating other people's spaces.

"Cooking figuratively or literally?" Are they heating up cans with candles? It wouldn't be the worst idea.