"Don't..." Faolan says, accepting the rolls and taking a bite of one before putting it down. Blindly following the other man's instructions then catching himself for it. "That's not it, it's not. That's not the point! It's not -- you like it but you don't. You don't like it." Like there is a difference if you just say it differently. It's not a bottle of wine though. Or whatever it was that Natasha had given him, that had put that look on his face. It was never a look Faolan himself had managed.

"What else did you get?" he asks. "What else did people bring you?" Was Lancelot just humoring him? Had he been doing so all along? Is it because it wasn't expensive or classy? What is he doing wrong? What is wrong with him...