"Starches help, I'm not just making that up." Lois insists, trying not to laugh as she watches him make a beeline for the fridge. This doesn't seem that pressing to her, at least not enough to interfere and try to get the milk for him. He's clearly distressed by the heat of whatever he's eaten, but it looks like he can handle this himself.

Her arms cross over her chest as she leans back against the edge of the counter, observing him. The strange green milk here isn't really her thing, so to see him with a hint of a green mustache after he's done guzzling makes her want to cringe. She doesn't, of course, she has better control over her facial features than that.

"Um-" She makes an awkward wiping motion right above her mouth before laughing, head ducking a little because now she can't hide her amused grin. "Feeling better?"