Frigga was very pleased that he didn't put up a fight, that he almost seemed willing. Almost as if she had pulled it out of thin air, she had a warm blanket to drape over his legs. And she didn't hide her amusement in his describing one of her sons. "Well, I could say you've probably had a very bad experience with one over the other, and as their Mother I do find them both to be... different. Not better than one another. I hope that's understandable."
She lifted the tray from it's resting spot, and settled it over his lap, drawing out two sets of little legs that would sit on either side of his, so that the weight, and responsibility not to spill, wouldn't be all on him. "Now eat slowly, and if your able to finish that, I have some more made up with bits of vegetables that shouldn't upset your stomach." She leaned over just a little, just so she could 'whisper' in his ear, as she touched the goblet. "I heard your request for Scotch, while this isn't it, it is mulled wine. A compromise between water and the strong drink. But be slow with that too, don't want your stomach rejecting it all and having to start all over again."
Stepping back, she took a seat in one of the high backed chairs. She wanted to stay close, so the strength of the spell on the broth would stay strong.
(OoC: The spell is just there to help him regain his strength faster.)