He takes the bag, leaning against Nate for a moment so he can kiss his temple.

"How is it you know what I most need?" Nate's a miracle. A blessing in his life that has had none for so long. He doesn't know how this has come to be, but he can't treasure this more. Anders shifts so he can continue to have physical contact with Nate while opening the bag up and trying to lure in the puffballs.

A few are sniffing at the air, two tumbling from their perch and starting to bat at each other instead of waddling forward more, but one is slowly scooting closer, squeaking as it approaches.