“Oh, I noticed. But you looked like you needed help, now go on, drink up, there’s plenty more where that came from.” She insisted, Handy looked down once more at his bowl. Slowly, he brought it to his lips. It tasted… well, it tasted bland actually, despite the nice smell, but it was wonderfully warm. He finished it off as they both ate in silence. The bird took another helping for herself and offered Handy another bowl full. He agreed to the offer and took another bowl.