[He starts mixing in his ingredients, but he makes a sound of agreement for Rhys' assessment of the flowers. That had been his thinking too. Would he have tossed them had he known there wasn't a compulsion attached? Maybe not...but he might still have done so just to say something. He'd not be handed something like a child needing to learn to play nice.

Maybe it was too much pride, but some days, that felt like all he had left.]

Maybe just...stay with me on the line while I make you these honey muffins? I've got figs or pecans as well, if you'd like one or both mixed in.

[A friendly voice maybe was what they needed. Someone who understood but wouldn't coddle or fret beyond the norm. Someone who could just be there.]