"Y-you did?" First Aid asks, startled. This is news to him, of the unpleasant sort. But he's here to cheer Chris up, not drag them further down, so he nods and rallies, saying, "I'm glad you know what to do," before lifting the large basket in his hands. "Care package?"

It's clear that this is meant to be a pre-party drop-off; he went and got repainted yesterday, in fresh white and a reddish-brown like wood, to better match his flourishing moss and a bumper crop of spring flowers, and now he's also freshly polished and gleaming. But from the basket comes a warm, homely smell: soup and freshly-baked muffins that notably, contain no sweet potato whatsoever. He wants Chris to eat and feel better, and he knows everyone is getting a little tired of the yams by now.

When Chris opens the basket, they'll also find a carefully-braided if somewhat amateurish corsage, made from daffodils and snowdrops.