That Luke and David are a we has been brought - gently - to Erik's attention, and Luke's ability to comfortably refer to them that way does--something to a place he can't identify below his ribs. But that's neither here nor there, so he inspects this uh, thing, chin tilted down. He has seen them before, yes, but mostly he just doesn't understand the purpose of gelatin in food at all.

"I can take it," he inclines his head, because he'd rather rearrange the food in there his own self than let anyone else do it. It's only in crossing in long strides to the kitchen proper that like, tact or normal human conversation occurs to him: "That was kind of you, we seem to be feeding a small army."

And don't think Erik doesn't think of the gathered assembly as exactly that, an army.