[He lifts his own glass to her with a jaunty tilt to his head and a grin on his lips.] I'll drink to that, too.

[He takes a sip of the milk, then drops into the chair left in the room for visitors, the kind that seem to be as uncomfortable as humanly possible. Accepting a cookie from the offered pack, he dunks it into the glass a couple of times.]

I was joking about the hospital food, but looks like they're actually serious about it. I don't get why they have to make everything so bland.