Bruce was starting to reply, or at least attempt to reply, when she handed him the exact thing he probably needed. Green though it was. He glanced over to the dishes and then over to her, and decided the latter was a good in-between. "It's the casein in milk," he explained weakly once some of it was swallowed down and his throat hated him less. "Always go for the fat-loving protein I always ... have actually never said."