Llewellyn was actually very fond of fall foods, not that there were many kinds of foods he disliked… Actually there might not have been any foods he didn’t like. The point was, he was fond of fall flavours. He definitely adored the pumpkin cheese balls, “Mm… If I had to pick a favourite, I believe these would probably be quite near the top of the list? Never had one before.” He responded to the groom and friend, “My compliments on the choices, it’s quite an impressive collection.”

It was very different from the foods they’d chosen at his and Rhy’s wedding. But that was, in his opinion, the interesting thing about menus at these sorts of events. They reflected the people who were at the head of it, their tastes shared with friends in celebration of the union. Food was, in his opinion, a social language. Symbolic rather than verbal. “I uh- hope you don’t mind if I interrupt, though?”