Higgs gave a small laugh when she produced a house plant. It was a cliche, he couldn't deny that, but it was still a nice plant and it wasn't like they were in a great surplus of them. Offering another 'thanks', Higgs placed the plant carefully on top of the fridge, where it could live for now, until Higgs had a more appropriate time to decide where the plant should go permanently. When Ashleigh moved over to where Higgs was chopping the vegetables and offered her help, he shook his head. "Don't be silly," he said dismissively. It was one thing for her not to want to eat, a completely different for him to give her tasks when she wasn't going to even consume the result.
It was rather lucky that Higgs had paused slightly when Ashleigh told him about having eaten the chocolates at the fete. The chocolates that had given people nightmares, weird feelings and odd memories. "Shit, Ashleigh," Higgs said quite compassionately. He might not have personally had any of the experiences, which he was rather glad for, but Higgs had a) met plenty of people who had and b) arrested plenty of people who had. The spike in crimes related to the chocolates wound have been rather impressive, if it hadn't been somewhat worrying. "Are you okay?" Higgs asked putting the knife down so he could turn and look at her. "I don't--" Higgs paused. "I didn't have any," he explained. "So I can't exactly sympathise, but I've heard stories," he told her. Whether this was the sort of thing that sympathy would be useful for, Higgs didn't know. It wasn't like it mattered either, since he would hardly pretend to understand.