Wren watched Jeremiah make the hot drink with naked curiosity, bending down to smell the thick aroma when the cup came down in front of him. He took Jeremiah's warning in with a serious expression and a sober nod before reaching out hesitantly to the ceramic and then pulling his fingers back when he just felt the heat coming off the cup. "Oh, thank you!" he said, even though he didn't know what hash was, his attention still mostly focused on the steaming cup.
It kept him sufficiently distracted that he didn't so much as flinch when Jeremiah picked up the knife, or notice as it was being used. The sizzle of the skillet had him looking up though and he watched while his new friend spread something red and fruity on the bread.
He now had bread and hot chocolate before him and Jeremiah was promising him yet more food! and the man himself hadn't eaten yet! "I'm sorry, I can wait." he apologised fretfully, his hands now able to curl around the cooler mug before him. The deep, rich scent of the jam was making him salivate though, and he reached out to take one bite that turned into a ravenous attack on the poor bread.
"Oh, no, but sometimes I see my friends but mostly I am alone under my tree, except sometimes animals." he answered, his mouth full half the time.