By the time she comes back for seconds, the line has thinned out, and the soup is running low, but there's definitely enough for her to have some-- Corwin scrapes the last of the stewed meat and veggies out of the bottom of the pot for her, then sends it back to be replaced. That means, for the moment, he's at loose ends.

Seeing as the little boy who isn't actually a little boy spent his-slash-her first serving eating alone, he drifts over there once she's settled. "Is that going to be enough for you, do you think?" he asks politely. "I think they're making another batch, if you need more."