Clark stared at him for a moment as he tried to do his best to process what the man was telling him. He blinked and then cleared his throat -- feeling it tingle and wishing there were cough drops. He heard cough drops did wonders. He cough, though he was careful to cover his mouth, and offered Scott a nod in understanding. "Thank you," he managed to reply raspily.
Glancing at his wares, he took a deep breath. "Makes me feel like I'm back on the farm," he sniffed absently. "I'll take both. It's very kind of you." His eyes fluttered a bit. He felt the need for a nap coming soon. "Did you make all this yourself or is there a benefactor running around the place with a make shift soup kitchen?"