The Luggage accepts both the food and the pat. The former because it was food and the latter because it recognizes a friend of its master when it sees one. It does understand what they're saying, after all. It just opts to feign deafness a majority of the time. Stubborn thing, that Luggage.

"Don't know why you're afraid of that. You're nothing like her." He just kind of, stands near her. He idly fiddles with a loose sequin on his robe. "Well, not that I know of," he reluctantly adds.