[Gobo had been relaxing when he'd been approached, glancing up from the little bread roll he'd been eating. Swallowing that bite, he nodded.]

Yeah! There's a little food left, should be. Polishing off the bread, he brushed his hands off as he hopped down from the chair and led her toward the kitchen.] And boy don't I know it, on needing to keep that chill out. I've hardly been as cold, at least without it being the depths of winter.