"Hey, I never said I wouldn't give them to you. Just, y'know, informed consent and all that."

"Congratulations, I think this marks the first time anyone in the Magnus Institute has cared about informed consent."

...she snorts, and then the snort slowly spirals out of control into a full-blown cackle.

He gives a sort of half-laugh as well and rocks back and forth a little. He's smiling. After a bit, having verified that he's not about to throw up unless he's actively poking at the words, he starts nibbling on the Certified Acceptable Food Item. He doesn't even stare unblinkingly at April while eating it, which is a nice change from their previous meals together.

Yeah that's definitely a step up. April is happy. Happiness is a fundamentally temporary condition, and even more so when you just donated your trauma to the Fucked-Up Eldritch Nonsense Institute, but for now? She did a good thing and possibly made something resembling a friend and she gets to let loose her horrible sense of humour and she's happy.

Jon's also happy! When he finishes the food, he stands up without thinking about it and is subsequently pleasantly surprised by the absence of dizziness or his vision going black. "I should probably go get Daisy. And you should probably tell the others before they get any ideas about what might have happened."

"I did make sure to mention it to Basira ahead of time so she wouldn't shoot you."

"...Oh. Um. Thank you." That is extremely considerate and also displays planning skills far beyond his own. It's kind of overwhelming how nice April is. "I... appreciate that. I enjoy not being shot."

"...did you... not remember that she'd said that...? Well, anyway, I did it. Because I think that would actually have been an even stupider way for this to turn out."

"I remembered! That's why I asked you to go tell her before she sees me walking around! --I do think she would at least ask first but I am very very glad to not have to risk finding out."

"Right but that's you remembering now, as opposed to—I guess you had plenty of reason to be distracted beforehand. Whatever, it turned out fine."

"I did remember, I just--

Anyway. I'm glad it was fine. That's all."

"Yeah."

Then they can get Daisy! She leans a little on April for standing up.

To Jon: “You look a lot better.”

“I feel a lot better.”

“Mm. Well, I’m glad.”

...April almost says something and then hesitates.

“—You doing alright?”

"—no, yeah, sorry, I'm fine, I just had the morbid realization that now if you die of eldritch starvation we can guess what Jon's got to look forward to."

“Heh. Yeah, well, you’re not wrong. Guess we’ll see, right?”

“Daisy.”

“Jon,” she mimics. “It’s fine. Not like we weren’t both thinking it.”

"Should I not even bother asking what you eat?"

“I’m an ex-cop. So’s Basira, she might have mentioned, but she wasn’t really—I was a bad cop. Killed a lot of people. Almost killed Jon. When I was trapped in the coffin I couldn’t—feel it? The, the hunger. So while I was in there, I... thought. I thought a lot. About—myself, about what I’ve done. And now I’m here.”

"...yeah, okay. Makes sense."