Alex chuckled. "Well, I can see what Illyad has in terms of food, but I'm not hugely hopeful. I don't exactly know much about the warlock diet but I don't thing it overlaps much with human food." He walked toward the door to the kitchen. "So how is your aunt doing?" He asked, assuming the text message was from her. He didn't really use his phone, so he couldn't think of anyone else it could be.