Hythlodaeus stares, and feels just a little bit guilty at receiving such a response when his comment was only a joking reference to what ended up bringing them together in the first place. On the other hand, he absolutely cannot ignore just how adorable the reaction is when put in the context of the usual responses his friend has for him - mainly varying shades of annoyance and exasperation.

Hythlodaeus props his chin on his hand, playing with the menu. For whatever reason, he feels very content, almost as though they are back home.

"Well, I am partial to rum or liqueur-based ones, but they have all manners of curious fillings and additives. There is a moss one, I believe, if you would fancy that. Or black rose, although I doubt I could tell you what the difference from regular rose would be."