Nanami kisses Haibara back. He would have been glad to share, as Haibara's bowl is nearby but not able to be held at the same time. He is entirely well aware of Haibara sitting in his lap, of how little his shirt covers Haibara's legs. Yet they both need food.

"Thank you for making it. And," he cannot help but be amused, "feeding me."

His thumb brushes down along Haibara's inner thigh.