"Surprisingly good?" he puts a hand to his chest, in faux-painm happy to be on some more common ground at last. "My Lady, you wound me. I'm a fantastic listener."

He groans at the subject of the foodstuff, rolling his eyes. He still can't believe that's what his kwami chose as his foodsource. Couldn't of have anything less disgusting than cheese. Like a hamburger or a sandwich or a rotting carcass.

"Camembert, specifically. But that's a little trickier to get here so he's had to live with that I can find," he pulls a face. "He doesn't take that well."