[She repeats him and it makes him smile. Only briefly though. It's starting. She's struggling more and more. He keeps rubbing circles over the top of her hand.]

Easy... Take it slow...

[The way he can't do anything but take it slow these days.]

Wouldn't say no... to spaghetti... [Assuming that ghost-land won't keep him like this.] But I've dreamt... of soups... warm... spiced... full of vegetables... and meats...