[ He feels obligated to pick up on Kevin's determined tone, because the alternative is unbearably sad. ]

We shall.... put together some supplies. Yes, that's what we'll do.

[ He's heading out towards the exit, yet amiably bumping shoulders with Kevin as he goes. It's familiar, but not flirtatious (in his mind, anyway). ]

Go get some tea — and cake~! We'll invite all sorts of people 'round and have a party, won't that be jolly?