He has not been fed by another since he was but a child, but he leans down all the same as it was mentioned to him as a romantic gesture made by those in a relationship. Tis strange to him but he accepts it in the spirit given, careful not to end with strings of cheese in his beard.

Between the potatoes and the kiss he is most pleased not only with the flavor, but with the company. Dinner is a pleasant and quiet ordeal, filled with soft words and gestures of affection. Kisses are plentiful and that? That leaves his heart light.

Glass to glass he nods his agreement with the toast, sipping the mead lightly.