Well, that's good, [Blue tries to crack a smile, and a sigh of relief. If Turing was all messed up by this, he'd be pretty upset about it!]

[Blissfully unaware of their own suppression, Blue lets out a tiny sigh of his own as he gathers some blankets back up to his lap, awkwardly thinking of something to say. What Turing could do?]

[--Actually, there were things his Pokémon couldn't do; he nods towards the stove in the kitchenette area, looking a little sheepish and pathetic about it.] Um, actually... Well, I'm the breadwinner in this family, [He chuckles self-deprecatingly, easing his guilty-looking Pokémon.] Uh, I guess the bread-cooker too. What I mean it, I haven't been feeling up to cooking lately, so we've been eating kinda lamely the last couple days. Think you could grab us some food to stock up?

[From the Wallmarket he thinks, or even some of the snacks he had saved up at the bar; he just couldn't make the trip in the condition he was in, and although he'd sent his Pokémon on errands to fetch things in the meantime, it was hard for them to do so.]

[You know. No thumbs.]

Uh, it doesn't have to be now, though... Maybe just tea is good for now. I'm happy y'came to see me!