Elliott grins back at her, weirdly warmed that one of her 'objects' was himself. And she likes his pancakes.

"Thanks. There's a few more if you wanted," he says, looking back at his phone to read off of. "'Four things you can feel, three things you can hear, two things you can smell, and one thing you can taste'. Some sort of therapy thing Anakin told me about. I'm glad it's helping."