Starkiller was just another boy deep down. Food. Sleep. Food. Sleep. Fight. Sleep. There wasn't much to the young man's life that was outside those terms. Though... here he was sick and eating soup with a woman he wasn't sure he truly liked or wanted to be friends with even.
"This strange concoction is quite interesting. I like it." Starkiller confirmed happily, or as happy as the boy could be. His manners were truly lacking int he sense, he slurped and swallowed as quickly as possible.
When Barbara said she'd come check on him over the next couple days and bring him more soup, he nodded casually. "I'd like more of this chicken soup stuff. Or maybe bring me just the chicken?" If it was good in this broth, could it be just as delicious alone?