"Such adventures do tend to force a change of eating habits."

He's speaking from adventures of his own. He had sworn off soup after his last trip to Gallifrey, but he's going to make an exception, because it would be bad to insult his host.


"My what service. Don't think I've had such in a very long time."

Nardole tried. But well, coffee in tea, is all he'd need to say about that. He sits himself up, if only so that he doesn't get soup or cocoa everywhere. He moves the bowl to him first and takes a moment to inhale. More about the steam and the heat than the smell. It is oddly comforting.

Finally he takes a spoonful.

"Oh that is rather good."

Better than he expected, anyway.