The grin that makes its way across Bash's face is a bit ridiculous in width, bright and pleased and crinkling the lines marring his cheek right up even further. Not that he seems to pay it any mind. Ain't nobody looking good first thing after waking up. That's just facts.

"Good, I'm glad," he replies and turns the utensil over in his hand, looking every inch as delighted as he was for every single one of the wishing-well friendship bracelets lining his right wrist. "Thanks. This is real nice too."