Good. Now that I don't have to take care of my teeth I could go for an apple sucker.

[He mumbles back, teasing quietly along with her now that the ball is rolling. He follows her lead, but stops to fill the mug with water again twice more, chugging both of those too before he sits down. His head goes back into his hands -the fluorescent lighting is pretty harsh- but he doesn't seem nearly as miserable as he was a few moments ago.]

Just no cinnamon. There was some in the oatmeal once and it gave her hives.