"Yes, ma'am," he said, puzzling over the phrase 'good with help' until the plate of fritters was set on the table and he took the hint. He propped his crutch up on an empty chair, and carefully limped over to sit down.
"I gotta eat right, I'm on a special diet because I'm doing so much physio for my legs," he explained, absently wondering what he'd do for physio while he was staying with Adele and Sook. Walking, most likely. He'd ask about the best places to go for a walk later, he decided, before taking a bite of one of the fritters.
It was good. Hot, but real good, and he said as much.