[That... had been nice. Unbelievably so. It's hard to concentrate after Teddy moves away, but his determination to cheer Teddy up wins out against his unease. He focuses back on the toast, flipping it over one more time to check the colour.]

Yeah. We didn't have all the seasoning I use back in the village, so it won't taste the same, but... I think it'll be okay. I mean, I hope so.

[It sure smells okay. More than that, actually, if he'll allow a sliver of pride to make a little crack in his depression. More of a dent, really. But Teddy's smiling, waiting, letting Billy serve him, so... he must've done alright.]