John takes the broth with his good hand, lifting it to see if he can detect what it is -- and it does smell like mushrooms.

Then Ianto holds out a piece of bread to him and John hesitates a long moment. Right. Maybe he can --

"Well," John says, carefully trying to juggle the broth to his bad hand to see if he can... sort of... steady it, balanced on his knee maybe? "I'd agree it smells good."

Although, honestly, he's not as... hungry as he was. His stomach has started feel a little uneasy and he's pretty sure he's starting to get clammy.