"Oh, um." He blinks at the small bounty she sets out for him, feeling an unexpected swell of warmth. He's not even that hungry - or at least he thought he wasn't, but those pastries smell... really good, actually. "Thanks," he says, a little cautious, slipping down into a chair.

He shoves the Ouija board aside and starts nibbling shyly on one of the turnovers. It is, of course, really damn good. It is not only the first real piece of good, fresh food he's had since getting his body back, but just in general, in a long time.

"This is really good," he mumbles, halfway through it, his mouth full.