The priest disappeared into the kitchen. A few minutes passed, and then a few more.

It had been a while since he'd put together any kind of real meal himself, what with Mrs. Higgins' presence in the presbytery, but he was fortunate that one of her soups (one of the better ones, he noted) was still hanging around. Once it was heated, Malachi brought the bowl, along with some bread, into the main room.

"Here," Malachi said in English, offering the food out towards the youth. They seemed to have gotten a bit more comfortable in the space, at least, if the state of their attire said anything. Reminding himself to speak in Chéri's own tongue, he added, "I- ah, I hope this is enough. There is more for later."