Jemma nodded - she didn't say the words for him; not because she was making an effort not to correct for him, but because she was currently wrapped up in her own worry about if Fitz would actually eat it.

"Right. Although the pesto's a little... different, because I wasn't able to find the right-" she pauses, and shakes her head once. "Sorry, it tastes very nearly the same, I don't think you'll be able to tell the difference, to be honest." She hates just how awkward everything is, but she doesn't know what else to say. "The words - it's okay. It's understandable, given what's happened.