"No," he replies promptly. "It is simply something I recalled in passing."
It stands to reason that he will have to sample several different things before he can define his own preferences in that matter. That seems to apply to most things, but he feels he's at least making progress. He at least knows to eat now, though he still often requires a prompting from Anna. Remembering to do so is still something of a nuisance. But it is what it is.
Turning to look at her properly, he frowns and tilts his head. "You're cold," he says.
Instead of the trench, he's taken to wearing a light jacket, black in colour, and created for function first and foremost. He removes it and hands it to Anna, knowing that is at least the proper action. He's seen it in several films and television programs, though he's only watched with a passing interest. He likes television, but he can never linger on one subject for too long. There is too much to learn.