His nose wrinkles and he recoils slightly at the smell of the watermelon, the sour scent sitting on the back of his tongue. He doesn't like it at all, but there's lots of things with weird smells that people eat. He keeps his distaste to himself.

"If I figure it out, I'll let you know," he answers with a faint smile, moving back towards the door with the soup in hand. "Is... do I need to do anything with this?"