Ravioli
Ben probably has reverse seasonal depression.
In September, when the frost of autumn's chill on the air coats the inside of his lungs first thing in the morning, he embraces it. The safety of sweats and the cloudy-cool skies.
But come Daylight Savings Time, the fun ends.
His eczema flares up. He sticks to everything, sweaty and slimy. He waits for the next thunderstorm to break the humidity and curses the existence of every insect through all time. Colors are heavy, too thick to consume.
But then Rey makes ravioli, and there is something so wintry about basil and steam.