[Dan Heng sniffles, miserable but on the tail end of a cold. He takes whatever warm thing is given to him with gratitude. And...maybe some curiosity. His lips quirk up as he holds up the cutesy option...] What sort of creature is this supposed to be, you think?

[He snorts softly, stifling the cough in his elbow that that triggers. He wraps the thick blanket around him, the hood stopping short of his horns. ] Thank you. Are these from your personal store? By when do you want it back? [He needs to be sure to wash it by then; he doesn't know how contagious a cold that can affect him is, and he doesn't want to find out.]