I have a possibly better gift idea than potatoes for Hunted: how about a pallet full of meaty soup cans for Paranoid? Uh, not to encourage him to hide in a bunker all day, but... you know, just in case...? They taste the same each time, they won't spoil for years, you can eat them at your own pace...
"When I imagine putting in my actual mouth food that I don't know the ingredients or origin of, handed to me by an alluring stranger in the woods whose intentions I don't know, I have so many anxiety-provoking questions that I think I would throw it back up on the spot. That is not an invitation to test my stomach or my boundaries. This is a refusal."