"Mph, mm-hmm." Vena would like to boast about the swords, but she's remembering the don't talk about magic thing. Even if he takes hearing about a pagan religion like the Twins with indifference he's probably not going to believe something like 'these don't rust', let alone any of the rest. Also food's going to come out if she keeps trying to talk. She chews rapidly and swallows.

"This's the best place to steal food. They always leave that window open and they don't even beat you when they catch you! You just gotta do kitchen duty in your free period and then there's even more food." What suckers! her tone says. "Master says it's because the rule is really that you don't hoard food 'cause pests and everyone should be able to eat when they're hungry and we can also just ask when there's not services and everyone's not asleep but raids're more fun."

That all comes out in a burst before she dusts the most obvious dirt off a round of bread and jams it in. It's getting kind of awkward to be making her way through her spoils while someone is just sitting there, not eating. But she did also get Guts a sword that's a much bigger deal, and he was mean, and - it's annoying. Vena scowls and finds the other hardboiled egg, with a cracked shell because it broke when she ran into him, and pitches it his way.