She shakes her head, somewhere between amused at his teasing and chagrined. She doesn't quite ever get to mad, though; she's not sure that Chouji could be purposefully mean to anyone.

"My hero," she says dryly, then grins a bit. "I'm fond of most soups and stews." She chucks her thumb back in the general direction of her apartment building. "I've a herb garden on a roof back that way and a vegetable patch not far. They're not ready for picking yet, but when they are, you can take what you need."