Elvis, not caring much about people or cookies, just nods in agreement. It isn't like he can argue with that, having seen no proof to the contrary; it's just that it doesn't matter to him. He might be without the one person who gave him a reason to be anchored to this place, but lost as he tends to feel without one (without her), he isn't looking to change that, either. There's no reason to.

"Always helps," he says, somewhat noncommittally. If it helps her, then that's all well and good. He won't be losing sleep over it either way. He has enough else to accomplish that. "That's good."