"Thanks," Inigo says once he's handed a bowl of the soup from Taiki. Rather than holding the bowl in his hands, he puts it down on his lap. It's not too hot, but it's still warm enough that he really doesn't need to have that heat added onto the warmth that's already radiating down on him all the time in this wasteland.

He lets it rest for just a moment, just so it can cool down, and instead looks over at his friend.

.. at least they can talk. That much should be safe. Maybe it'll make Taiki feel a bit better.

"Did you make this yourself?"