Luckily for Wen Ning that by this point Husk doesn't even think about what clothing is or isn't out of date since that's just the normal for Hell, anyway. Though he does raise a brow slowly at his next words. Okay, well, then he's here to talk to him of all people? He doesn't get it, but he'll at least not do something like slam the door in his face, not that he would have to begin with.

His attention slips slowly to the basket and the covered dish, opening his mouth to say something until it snaps shut at what that even is. Shit, he actually took that seriously? It is technically noon by this point, right?

Slowly he reaches out to take it, though the laughter comes not long after. "Well, fuck me, I didn't think you'd actually go and do it. But that absolutely does seem to be what it is." He shifts out of the doorway, motioning he can come in if he wants while he goes to set that down on the small table in the cabin proper, the way his tail is moving absolutely giving away how amused he is about this entire situation. "Shit, I don't think I've actually had one since I died..."