You mean I could've had a fancy invitation all of my own? Wait a minute --

[ Here's where he's going to feign putting his bag back on after he'd finally taken it off and tossed his keys aside onto the side table where they usually go, though the act doesn't last long before he's walking farther into the loft where the dining table awaits. And with a grin to go with it now that it's sunk in this is all very real, even if it feels a little bit like something from the pages of a book.

Something he won't voice to Sylvain since it'd need some kind of explanation, probably, even for all the dinners they've both had to attend over the years with their respective positions. Or because of them, but Fodlan's not something he wants on his mind as he takes that seat offered to him. ]

I'll forgive you your lack in etiquette since I think whatever you've made more than makes up for it. It all smells absolutely amazing, by the way.