Hiei makes a non-committal noise at the subject of food. His typically never ending appetite doesn’t seem to have surfaced, yet, though it may only need something like a starter to get going. The fire apparition is not all that eager to try lest it go south and he only gains a tighter schedule of hovering for his trouble.

Who knew that falling suddenly ill could make one’s family do something silly like worry about you. Embarrassing.

Though, if Kurama is going to bring up something light -

“What about a miso soup? Or a broth?” It’s a start, at least. An option that’s actually drawn a reaction more than a shrug of his shoulders and some very mechanical toast eating.

“That and a tea might be good ..” and his hopes that he wouldn’t draw out sleeping for who knows how long by opening his fat mouth.