Well, he'd done alright for himself the last time, he'd say. Even if the truth of the matter was he really hadn't; Ky didn't see it that way because he couldn't. But he wasn't wholly negligent of himself, acknowledged that he probably should have eaten more, slept more, but he'd wanted to be prepared. And it had been a challenge to keep food down at times, and more of one to sleep. Now he had a schedule, and he did eat and sleep far better than he had out on the front lines. Would that please Sol to hear? That he actually managed a whole six or seven hours of sleep (roughly; depended if he woke up during the night)? That he ate three times a day and took tea in the afternoon (roughly; depended if he was onto something)?

...Ky wasn't sure exactly the meaning of the gesture, here; no doubt it showed. After an awkward moment of examining the situation from no fewer than three vantage points, Ky opted to pick at the food a bit.

"And why do I have this, now?" He really wasn't a child, Sol. He didn't need someone else feeding his scrawny ass him. At least this gave him a better starting point so long as Sol didn't just shut him down.