Ben didn't quite go pink over the wink, except for the part where he did, but he only took the mug being offered to him and tilted his head in a playful sort of thanks. Klaus seemed happy to watch Bill leave, and so he focused on his tea in the mean time. It tasted better when it wasn't microwaved, apparently.
"Where do you think the supplies come from?" He asked Klaus, curiously, even as he was lead over to the table -- and Klaus tended to drag him around places a lot, but at least now it was physically and with Ben's obvious permission, so it was much nicer being alive. "I don't feel like it should be possible to create something out of nothing."
No, Ben didn't need the help serving himself food, but Klaus seemed to enjoy it, and anything that worked to make Klaus happy (and healthy) was fine with Ben. He pressed his knee more firmly against Klaus'. It had started out as a reminder that he was solid and here, but Ben wasn't so certain that was a concern anymore, at least not so large of one. "Guess I don't have to ask you how your night was."