"Oh, he's made crepes for me before, that sounds awesome." He'd been informed that you could put all kinds of things in them even, so maybe they can scrounge up some chocolate too. They could indulge when everyone gets back.

On that thought, he finally releases Helena's hands again, picking up his cup that's no longer steaming. He's got an eye on that putty, wondering if it's going to do anything, or if it's just inert goo now. It's not the same kind of goo that he can incorporate into himself...

He reaches and pokes it a little bit. "What do we do with this stuff? You wanna keep it?"