[ Dany glances toward Drogon when he's indicated, and then smiles briefly. Well, so long as the stranger doesn't think it's a dog, it's an improvement on the rest of the pioneers. That, and he's willing to share his food with her. Her mouth is already watering, anticipating. ]

That would be wonderful, thank you.

[ And then, of Drogon: ]

I think he sated himself earlier. There seems to be a surfeit of game in these lands.

[ Enough for a young dragon to be able to hunt alone, without his siblings. ]

Are you a hunter?