Whenever Djeeta caught a cold, I usually made her porridge.I messed up.Eh? She said she was going hunting or something...This porridge...And then that happened!In charge of nursing: ClarisseHe's only talking about Djeeta, huh...Good for you.What's Djeeta doing?Despite that, she'd always call it bland or so... But she still ate it despite her complaints.Gran caught a cold.I see...Here you go Gran, it's porridge.Appreciate it.This porridge is just like mine.
The implication is that it's to his tastes.
