[The bright blush on Grimm's face makes Ichigo frown a little. He reaches across the table to press the back of his hand to the arrancar's forehead. Like he'd be able to tell if the dead man had a fever.]

You feeling alright? You're not having a hard time swallowing or breathing are you?

[Oh god, please don't let him be allergic to something Ichigo cooked with!]