"I can make tea, too," he said. And well, yeah, it probably weren't healthy, but it was how he was used to drinking it.
It was a bit strange, having her watch him eat. Especially since she wasn't eating any. "You know, you can talk to me when I eat," he assured. "We do that here. It's called supper." Talking was already part of eating. The noise level at the family table was near deafening.