[Elizabeth doesn't mind Booker following her places. Truth be told, she missed that sense of companionship, and Booker is the person she's most familiar with when it comes to running around town. She missed him, and he probably still needs some orienting in terms of where things were, where they lived in relation to the village and so on.]

I know you aren't-- [No eating out of trashcans here, Booker.] --but you still must have something you like to eat...

[She scrolls through some notes on her journal. Maybe spaghetti...]

Does Mr. Lutece really bother you that much, Booker?