_{[In a petulant flair for the dramatic, Anders answers by letting his head drop against the back of the chair, slouched down like the saddest mage there ever was.]}

I don't have an appetite. And unfortunately, if you bumped your head, I can't help you right now. I'm all magicked out.

_{[These are dark days, stranger. Dark days. He glances at Barry without turning his head, unable to help smiling sparingly at the cupcake massacre.]}

Maybe it was. You have to be careful with those cupcake wrappers. You can have my water if you need to wash it down--I'm done with it.

_{[What good is water if it won't turn to ice at his command? Hydration is the least of his worries.]}