The Doctor shrugged. "It's a bit complicated," he told her. "Rewriting every single cell when you're near death does that to a person." He finished his own meal and moved to clean up, taking care of the empty plates and refilling Lenne's juice and tea before he started to work on putting the leftovers she wasn't nibbling at away. He knew Tidus and Yuna would appreciate it when they came back, at the least; all they needed to do was reheat it.

"Oh," he reassured Lenne, rolling up his sleeves so he could wash the dishes, "believe me, it won't. Tidus is a big eater." It was part of the reason as to why he'd made so much food, after all. "And really, it's no trouble. I like cooking."