Help cook? Gladio looks pleased at that. Everyone could stand to get some more food. In the end, though, he chuckles at the look at the guy and holds his hand out into the air, grasping something that isn't there in the air. And suddenly there is a sweatshirt in his hand that he hands over as well. He could use his coat back. It's not perfect, but it helps.

"Put your stuff by the table. You can take them to wherever you choose to live later."