"To rob me you would have to threaten me, I think," Bastien says while he tears the remaining two-thirds into one-thirds, "or use force."

He holds out Ellis' potential portion in one palm. Out of Ruadh's immediate reach, though he seems too gentle to snatch it. It'd be rude to tempt him to.

"Anyway, it is my second lunch." He smiles, not as brightly as he might if he were more confident they were alright, and looks briefly skyward in exasperation at himself. "I am eating my feelings."