Balthazar sighs softly, but he's got the distinct impression that pushing a sensitive topic isn't the way to go here. He nods gamely and dishes out the cooked greens. Most are for the Doctor; he keeps a only few bites for himself, just to taste test.

"You won't wither away. But you desperately need diversion. That happens with genius intelligences sometimes, I hear. You just...devour all the information around you."