[ He can’t help but scoff at that, shaking his head, although an indulgent smile still lingers at the corner of his lips as he reaches for his glass of wine. ]

Ahh, I see how it is. I spoil you a little and now you turn greedy on me.

[ He clicks his tongue in dismay, shaking his head as if this is some tragic realization.

But he lets the play go after the briefest of plays at it, chuckling as he stabs another bite of pheasant. ]

It’s nice, to be able to indulge in it so much again. I always felt bad about invading Mags’ kitchen for something that wasn’t for everyone. And before that… Well. It’s not really the same cooking over a campfire.