"Great," Tadashi said, taking the proffered bowl pulling leaves off his pants with the one hand (he'd really appreciate it if this reality gave him a little more time to recuperate between magic blasts. Just saying). He figured that it would be best not to just dump everything in at once -- maybe there was a place they could cultivate this so that they didn't have to have this girl bleed all over everything for it a second time. He crushed the leaves in his hands and blinked, surprised, as a fresh smell almost immediately filled the room around him, somehow without being over-powering in spite of the fact his hands were ground zero. He dropped the leaves into the water, and the smell shifted and changed into...

Well, he'd studied robotics, not literature or creative writing. He couldn't really put into mere words how it smelled. He probably wouldn't even be able to write it out in code, but oh if he could code this into Baymax, the smell of late spring mornings out of his childhood bedroom window from before his parents died...

"It..." Tadashi pushed the bowl toward the couch where Hiccup was sprawled. "I think it helps if you call out to him." Because it was magic. He could accept that angle now, but it was going to drive him nuts later. "Astrid and, uh, sorry, never got your name, but you should probably call to him too."

He leaned forward and patted the guy's cheek with his leaf juice-stained hand. "Er, Hiccup?" Seriously, Astrid and Hiccup, those were some interesting naming conventions in Berk. "Hiccup, you don't know me, but you need to wake up. Hiccup, you have to wake up."