You know he'd do all of the above, Arcee, even if you're sick. Partially because he doesn't exactly understand the biology and mechanics behind behind being sick. Just that she's got to get better.

"Soon as ya get it, head home. Get me if ya want company."

He'd offer you his coat he's not using, but you're covered in that area. But when her attention turns to the container, his face spreads into a smile.

"Somethin about a human holiday. Ya give somethin' to important people. Partners match up with the criteria."

Those hands hold it out for her, to take. It's warmth radiates slightly through the not-tupperware, so it was made just before coming, at least.