Noah smiles faintly at Adam, though part of him still seems vaguely not entirely there, not entirely in the present. The way he'd get more often as a ghost, not so much after the spell that's kept him here.

"Copper's the only one who ate any," he says sadly, and gratefully leaves his post in front of the refrigerator at the touch of Ronan's hand, leaning instead against his side. He doesn't like to think about Gansey's death. Both of them.