Wilhelm returns the grin and shakes his head as if to say no problem. Not sure what I was thinking is basically his modus operandi.

"You were probably thinking that you were hungry."

Promptly, he breaks into a coughing fit as he breathes in a little too much of the smoke. Recovering, with his knuckles still balled up in front of his face, he points at the pot and its tragic contents.

"Sorry, but I don't know any magic that can fix that."