"Oh." He feels like that's something he should've known, and he gives a little frown. "No, this is fine." He hasn't eaten oatmeal since he was a kid, but it smells good, like Christmas or something.

He's reluctant to look down at her prompting, almost like he expects it to be a prank of some sort. But when he does he finds she's right and unbuttons each button again with an exasperated sigh before starting over again. "I meant to do that."