[He can't help it; one of his hands unconsciously trails up to his ear when Katie sends a glance in its direction, as if to brush something away, but he stops halfway and stares at the hand in faint accusation. It's not like he'd be able to feel or tell, anyway. He's checked a few times already.]

Heh, really? [A faint, amused grin] I'd try and cook one up for you but I don't think I'd be very successful.

... [Really, he's unsure how to go about asking what's really on his mind. The fact probably shows in his gaze shifting to the side, then falling a few degrees] And the others? Are they alright? [Because he might... miss them, sometimes. In that odd, surreal way one misses a half-remembered dream]