“Er…” He paused, knowing full well that the giggle she was hiding was directed at him. “A… Well, a little, perhaps.” Definitely more than a little unless he remembered to wrap it in a handkerchief. “Some crumbs, maybe.” More than some. It’s a problem. He keeps far too many things in his pockets even without the snacks.

He’s feeling lightly chastised now. No one ever chastises him (they should sometimes), but she did make a very good point. “Well, I do try once a day. If there’s time and I have someone to share a meal with. Like if my schedule and Rhy’s line up for lunch or supper…? Then we try to sit down for a meal.”