Comforting and great for getting you over really bad days? Nida raises a curious eyebrow with that, paired with a tilt of his head. His go to look of confusion, which Billy would have learned from talking about Judiasm. The sort of look that came before a question. Because really, comfort food isn't a concept to him. Which he really needs to have as a concept because he could use some comfort.

"You're... saying food helps you on a bad day? And we're not just talking a bad hair day?"

But as he asks it, Billy reaches out and touches his arm again. Nope, the plate doesn't wobble because Nida is too composed for that. But he definitely plucks up a wedge and shoves it into his mouth because if he's chewing he can't say something stupid about how warm his arm feels now. Hyne save him from charming witches.

"I think we're both aware that instructor Nida and best friend Nida are two different guys," he offered with a smile once he was done with the wedge and calmed down. Maybe Billy isn't wrong about this concept. "The first is a job, the second is a privilege. Though if you really want murdered by puns, Steph is where you need to go. She's talented."