[Basil legitimately- in all of his...Basil-ness- had not been thinking about it that way. Probably because it's just been so long since he's felt like he's really had someone around like Max who he could call a friend and do things with. That's what happens when you've stayed either around or in your house for several years.

As such, it takes a second for it to sink in as he toys with his claws, already thinking about the kinds of things they could bring. It won't be as nice as it could be, not homemade stuff like before, but he's pretty sure he knows how to make a decent sandwich...

But then he looks up, blinking a couple times.]

Just...?

[...]

Uh! I mean...it- I'm f-fine with whatever! Whatever you want to do! I...I f...figured it would be...just us, but if you...if you wanted...uh.

[With all the force of his renewed fidgeting, he accidentally plucks the little knitted sunflower off his front, and has to fumble to pin it back on.]