She might turn her her nose up, but Laedo's is pointing up as well and his attention is thoroughly piqued. He's not sure why, but his stomach is growling for food in a most demanding way, more badly than when he hit his first growth spurt. Before she can even reach the table with the chairs, he's already turning back to the kitchens and their charred corpse smell, which to him is... idyllic, really. He's having a hard time keeping his mouth from watering. "Can you show me where they make the food some more?" he asks, having clearly seen the peaches, having clearly dismissed them as a strange-scented mess of vegetable matter.