"Oh," says Johnny, feeling kind of dumb for not considering that, though there's no reason he should have. That makes sense though, of course, that's how prayer works, he knows that. He supposes it's like Gabe's hearing it twice, thought and spoken, if Johnny's right here. Fucking weird. He shakes his head slightly as though to dislodge the notion, and watches Gabe finally try the damn soup, not before getting a little jab in, of course.

"Yeah, well-" he starts just as Gabe mumbles out the next thing, and he falls abruptly, awkwardly silent. He feels his face and his ears getting hot. Great.

It's still weird, hearing him say it like that, and it still gives him this kneejerk desire to recoil and push away. But it's getting easier to restrain that reflex. He dips his head down, trying to compose himself.

"Well, sorry I can't spin shit straight out of the ether," he says wryly, as though nothing happened, (studiously avoiding Mako's gaze), "and also that you don't have any raw ingredients."