Today was a good morning, and the first one that he'd had since entering the hospital several days before. At least, Gideon was in an excellent mood, owing to the box that he'd received from Billie that morning. The slightly perplexed intern had opened it for him that morning, after confirming from the handwriting on the outside that it was from a young girl. There was a letter with it, too, though Gideon hadn't asked the intern to read it for him. Now that Billie knew he was alive and in good hands, the sense of urgency to see what she'd written was significantly less, and he didn't mean to put anyone else in an uncomfortable position by asking them to read his mail aloud. Even without the letter, though, he could understand the box of food. Food was Billie's comfort, and she was trying her best — entirely unnecessarily — to take care of him, even from the confines of Hogwarts.

He hadn't eaten any of it, nor did he think he would, but the fact that it was there at all delighted him. And, yes, it was all muddled together in a way that was probably quite unappealing, but it did smell nice, and it wasn't as though he could see it, anyway.

"Fantastic," he said warmly, pulling his legs up to sit cross-legged in the bed. It wasn't very dignified, but neither was being in the hospital in the first place, and he had begun feeling a little silly over the past few days lying around like an invalid. He felt fine, except for his vision, and while he wasn't confident enough in the rest of his senses to want to get up and wander about, it didn't make much sense to just lie around all day either. "I don't suppose I could interest you in... whatever it is they served for dinner at Hogwarts last night?" he joked, with a vague gesture towards the side table where his letters were collecting. "Although you've probably already had your breakfast."