[ he's quiet for a moment, observing tenka silently, mismatched eyes meeting and searching the human's. at last, though, his expression softens faintly, lips quirking up in a small, tired smile. ]

Ehh.. Tenka-san, are you talking about my cooking now? [ he's honestly teasing, even if he's too tired for it to do more than fall a little flat.

the offer makes him pause, then shake his head slightly. ] I'll be fine. They're only.. memories. I'm not what you would consider a 'whole' person, I suppose.