Jamie sat and watched the bubbles bursting. If he would have been more coherent, he would have noted that both seemed to radiate magic. Jamie didn't feel he did, but his wandless magic wasn't so good. Secretly, he was working on it now. It wasn't great. He didn't need to show off that lack of skill.
He chuckled again when Albus reminded him of language. "You did ask. Hygeine had nothin'ta do with it. M'sick, righ?" Of course he could have been eating a Kiwi that was touched by an infected person.
He was still snickering over the whole Kiwi matter, not that he would remember it later. The medication would put him to sleep, then he would be somewhat lucid when he woke. "MMM, he had it firs, then me. S'a beast alrigh. Could you do it? Cure it?" He wanted to be hopeful that someone could.