[Kuja's up at the coughing, hand hovering over her back, but he sits down once she settles. An admirable demonstration, but one she might not be able to keep up.]

Here, have mine.

[He pushes the soup he got over to her. It's very green with chunks of some sort of white meat and dark meat and smells savory.]

It's a dish from where I come from. It's made from boiling whole frogs and dicing their meat and organs, but it's gourmet, so it should be easier to swallow.