Arthur and Willa's standards for processed foods are, he is rapidly discovering, wildly different. Which he already knew, to an extent, but to actually hear it out loud was something else. He can understand the words, but their context is completely bizarre.

"You know, I'm not sure you're supposed to have coffee at your age," he comments dryly. "But, uh. Yeah, gruel and water, by the sounds of it. Completely appetising."

He picks up the shirt he was working on and shakes it out to start over. "The stuff that's good for you rarely tastes good. And I doubt you ever had to have castor oil."