Dang it. She wasn't suppose to laugh at him. Grumbling, he almost missed the offered sandwich. Though the smell would be nigh impossible to miss once she cracked it out of her bag. Reaching over, he took the food and sat up enough so that he could eat it without having to worry about choking on it.<span style="color: lightgreen">"It would be a shame to let good food go to the wastes."</span>Taking another bite, he chewed thoughtfully as he let his eyes scan the terrain, zooming in and out on points of interest. Least, points that held interest for him.<br/><br/><span style="color: lightgreen">"Harsh times indeed. And not just for us. For everyone involved. No one is doing well with that false king on the throne...Except maybe him and his Duke."</span>He made a face and the chilling thoughts of the cowards almost had the food going sour in his stomach. Almost, but not quite. It had actually been awhile since Rudolph had anything edible without fear of it being poison. Sure. She could have spiked it, but something told him that killing him face to face at the beginning of this strange lunch would just be a lot more easier for her. Especially when you throw in the fact that she could have kept all of her food for herself then.