[ Eren's on the right track. Memories, cognitions. The subconscious, the collective unconscious. A mother's love is ubiquitous.

The specifics don't matter right now. The feelings do. So he nods, and smiles gently, and hopes to god that this harmless reminder of home doesn't come to light as any sort of manipulation later. ]

I can tell that you did, Eren-kun. It's obvious just from the way you talk about her.

[ It's a heavy topic. He doesn't want this to turn too emotional, run the risk of turning into a counseling session neither of them are prepared for. ]

Hang onto that feeling as long as you can. And the bread, too! It really is good.

[ But he won't help himself to more. ]

If I ever receive anything from home, I'll be sure to share it with you in kind.