"Of course. Well...the soup's easy enough. I can manage that. And I'll learn the rest from you along the way."

He stretches his arm (the one away from Howard) across the back of the couch, all smiles. There might be a day he can use his other arm, but not yet.

"But I'm the one who has to worry if I fall ill, right? You're scary enough as a doctor already," he says lightly.