He looked a little shocked at the question, blinking owlishly with his big, sad eyes, and oh, his accent was familiar. Someone from the December area, and...puzzle pieces seemed to shift in his head in an uncomfortable way; he had about the right eye and hair and skin color, the face shape was pretty close. He shunted the thought off before it could get planted too firmly in his mind, though. He couldn't think about that, not right now.

"No, it was made this morning. If it makes you feel better, I'll take a bite first. You can even choose the piece."

Such a sad assumption for someone his age to already be accustomed to worrying about. What had his life been like, where that seemed like the thing he needed to expect from a simple sandwich?