Penelope smiled as he took her hand and she followed after him as he began to lead the way back to camp. She fell instep besides him, looking ahead as they walked. Her gaze flickered back over to him as he asked about the food again. "Well.. I can't say for sure," she shrugged. "but I believe he will. He knows that I'd be willing to share with you even if he didn't so it doesn't leave him with many other options."

Of course, she couldn't say for sure. Gavin was reluctant to share their supplies with the thief but she guessed that he likely didn't want her sacrificing part of her portion either. If he did save some food for the thief, it was likely only a very small amount. The knight looked up at him and smiled. "I'll make sure you get some though. Perhaps the best thing about having Gavin with us is his cooking. He makes some great food, even with just basic supplies."

It was a bit of a hidden talent in the male knight, since he usually wasn't one to volunteer for kitchen duty or go out of his way to prepare meals around other nobles since they usually had servants for that. Penelope recalled Gavin telling her about a servant he had been closed to growing up. He had spoken of her with clear admiration and fondness. She wouldn't be surprised if the reason for his cooking and other such skills came from the large amount of time he had spent with the servant growing up. Looking back ahead, she noticed the camp come into view. 

Suddenly a bit more conscious of her appearance, Penelope made a last ditch effort to smooth her hair down a bit, attempting to be a little less obvious about their 'walk'. However, she missed quite a bit of the grass that remained tangled in her hair and remained unaware of it as she stepped back into the clearing. The aroma of the stew Gavin had prepared quickly caught her attention and she felt her stomach rumble at the prospect of food. "Smells good." she commented as she made her way over to Gavin and Olivia as the other two knights, who were already nearly done with their food.