"Thank you," he said absently when given the bowl. He was dumbfounded by her calm observances. Perhaps he was just a bloody fool who was easily pegged, after all. "N-no, I did not. They gave it to me like this." She was confusing him so he grabbed the easiest thing to address. He forced a spoonful of pudding down because it was the polite thing to do. "This is good," he told her. He could tell it was something that needed effort and was certainly better than something he could do on his own. Still, his stomach wasn't exactly welcoming the heaviness.
"I am sorry," he said after a beat. He was getting used to apologizing. He couldn't imagine she just showed up in his office bearing pudding without wanting an apology.