Trust me, I'll be fine. I'd say you need it more than I do.
[ If he's going to be honest, he's not as sure of that as he used to be-- things are different here, and he hasn't felt quite right since he woke up here. Even with that in mind, Wight isn't about to put her through this for a little food. He'd gladly go without to save her the discomfort. ]

[ He would've missed the can lifting if he wouldn't have been in the middle of swapping drawers-- there's a split second in which he's frozen, brain processing what's in her hand before he gives a triumphant almost-roar and throws his hands up. He's certainly loud, which is something he might regret later. ]

Alright, we got one! [ Wight stands up, bouncing over to Naminé-- he's a moment from picking her up, but thinks better of it at the last second. ] Is it something you like? Hope so! You found it, so it's yours-- them's the rules.
[ He nods, punctuating it with a resounding clack of his jaws. ]
...if it's not, you can swap it for something I've got, though. That way you still get good stuff.