Gran caught a cold.

I messed up.

In charge of nursing: Clarisse

What's Djeeta doing?

Eh? She said she was going hunting or something...

I see...

Here you go Gran, it's porridge.

Appreciate it.

Whenever Djeeta caught a cold, I usually made her porridge.

He's only talking about Djeeta, huh...

Despite that, she'd always call it bland or so... But she still ate it despite her complaints.

This porridge...

This porridge is just like mine. The implication is that it's to his tastes.

Good for you.