[ There's a muffled feigned strangled noise around his next bite of bread like he just can't contain his outrage ("outrage") past chewing. Claude's going to twist that into having an entirely different meaning since Sylvain's left it open to happen. ]

How dare you! Calling me old and ridiculous in the same breath and on my birthday.

[ It's mostly intelligible, and since there's the other untouched half of the roll on his plate where he'd left it: time to pick it up and toss it back at Sylvain to hit either his chest or shoulder with a dull noise. ]

Now I really expect you to make it up to me with chess later. I think you've just earned every tactic I can think of for that one when you stop taking your time eating this incredible meal you've made.