[She nods, covering her mouth with a hand as she hums the affirmative to his question. For what it's worth, she doesn't seem to be particularly picky, sampling each portion of the bento with mildly suppressed enthusiasm. Though she pauses as he continues.]

... You are going to make more? [Oh no, he forgot to mention Archer's hand in this scheme.] I do not know if I can accept such an imposition... Are you certain you do not want anything in trade? I-- I do not know what exactly I can offer, but--...

[she'd feel bad........]