[Michael takes a casual half-step closer to Katara- putting them both under the shelter of his umbrella. He had a strong hunch the gesture was unnecessary- but he knew quite well that didn't necessarily render it less significant.]

I actually seem to be having problems at the other end of that spectrum. [He laughs.] I've got to watch how much I cook, or I'll end up having to eat the same thing for days- and occasionally I'll luck out, and not end up sick of it halfway through.