[ Glances at Jun as he sits back down, pulling things out of the bucket, which he pushes over toward the couch. ]
Careful, man. Didn't bring any ice. [ Very light teasing, trying to act as if this all seems normal And then holds up the ginger root ] Just somethin' for your stomach if it acts up.
[ Cuts off a bit, actually, for himself. The headache's not being so nice to his stomach, either. Makes a face as he chews on it, but it will help. ]