The prince I guard got his dad's car. I know someone else who used it to touch up the place they were stayin' at. Another told me about getting a greenhouse set up, someone paid for the cafeteria in in the hospital... that kind of thing.

The cafeteria is nice, but I'd rather handle my own stuff.

[ speaking of which, he's poking at the bowl, grunting after a moment. ]

It's done. You still got your appetite?

[ he's mostly teasing, as he unearths two recently cleaned bowls from a towel, and forks. ]