Don't make him feel badly about it, he was being nice. When he reached me, he told me about my birthday and how old I am and what sort of traditions were associated with them where we come from.

[Terse as he'd been, he had been kind. And he'd reached out on his own, even after dealing with Envy.

Lust nods and pulls out a bag of potatoes.]

It's all going in broth anyway, it's not as though anyone can really taste what everything is in a soup.