[Comfort food, huh. After the last couple of weeks, probably everyone in Luceti could use a bit of comfort food. Between the masks and the moon, he's been more frazzled than he'd care to admit, but the Battle Dome has already absorbed most of the backlash.

And so he gives a lazy shrug. No need to act like any of it has been bothering him.]

Guess you could say that. Old recipe of my Tante Mattie's. Always was best in cold weather.

[Cold is clearly far worse than being crushed by the moon. It's easier to complain about, at least.]

If you wanna try any, I can save some for you, chere.