Jack accepts the bowl, holding it against his chest so he doesn't accidentally gesture with it and send the last bits of porridge splattering over the both of them. (He has done this in his past. He knows his tendency to gesticulate.)

"Well, I have lived in a very populated world with animals and people and food and such, for a very long time," he offers after a moment of trying to decide whether to address that aura of sadness. He decides not, just yet. "If you ever have questions I am happy to answer them as well as I can."