"Don't sweat it." Kiba shrugged a shoulder and took the bowl from her, setting it and the pot on the floor for safe keeping. "Mom made enough for a family of about.. well- more than you can eat in one go. I dunno, you can share it with your uncle or save some for later. It keeps pretty good."
He looked back up at her once the delicates were safe on the floor, his elbows on his knees. "So how did you get this sick in the first place, anyways?"
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He looked back up at her once the delicates were safe on the floor, his elbows on his knees. "So how did you get this sick in the first place, anyways?"