The silverware in the pocket makes Capochin laugh softly, and he starts in on the soup. Sad that it isn't all that warm still, but his nose is too stuffy to notice any issues with the taste, and the noodles being a little bit too al dente is a Hector special. Awful if anyone else did them like this, but when it's Hector, it tastes like home.

The tea is nice and warm. Too sweet, but that's alright. Capochin isn't above guzzling honey straight if it means supressing his cough, so he drinks it fine.

"I'd worry 'bout you catchin' what I got if you hang around too much..." But it sounds like maybe he'd rather not be alone.