Yes. Or breakfast, as you like, but you've been awake for longer than I have.

[ Percival gives Credence a bit of a smile before raising his eyebrow, pointedly, at the nurse who is still hovering, in his opinion. If she expects him to eat in this gown (or in this room) as if he were an invalid incapable of otherwise, she has another think coming.

It's not until she moves away to tap at one of the wall decorations with her wand that he considers that her reaction might have been different, if Credence wasn't in the room.

His clothes appear from the newly-revealed storage in the wall, and a folding screen flies out after it, which means he steps away from Credence in favor of heading in that direction. The nurse asks if he would need help and Percival huffs a little. He's never done well with hospitals and fussy caretaking. ]

There are thousands of people in this city alone who manage countless buttons without the help of a wand; I suspect I'll be fine.

[ He is pointedly not asking after said wand, and also pointedly disappearing behind the folding screen. ]