Eddie notices the lack of shoes but does not say anything that will delay Jean from getting inside. Pick your battles, and all that.

Eddie is slicing bread to toast in the oven, and raises an eyebrow at Jean watering down whatever's in the canteen. Still no protest, not just yet. The material help, the promise of food, ought to be fulfilled first.

"All right, here we go," Eddie says, carrying in a plate stacked with warm toasted bread. He has a second plate that has two butter knives, a stick of softened butter, and a jar of berry jam. "Don't feel shy about eating and talking, Jean. So what brings you to my farm?"