He's eaten stranger foods on his planet, besides... for all he knows it'd be a horrible insult to refuse and he'd rather not hurt nice people. Besides, he is getting kind of hungry and the promise of a bar-yogurt when he gets back seems ages away.

"Uh, sure... sure..." his eyes dart for Wolfwood - wide and the slightest bit cautious. "It wasn't any trouble at all, ma'am."