"You don't? But they're... so creamy, and yet, green. What a lovely texture, especially against the toasted bread. Cut so thick, I'm very glad artisan bread is back in style. I didn't much care for the soft white breads supposed to be brioche, really." Though he did love some real brioche...

"Not sure why they've decked it all out with seeds and nuts, though, I think that's a bit gilding the lily." He looks on at Crowley, and gets momentarily distracted with Thoughts that he thought he'd told to simmer down and quell for now, but which seemingly haven't decided to completely behave.

Because they were going on a trip together, and it would be lovely. And winding through groups and crowds, they'd have to stay close, hold hands, be pressed together on the train. Japan was maybe not a good idea for his wretchedly beating heart.

He tears his gaze away to dab at the corners of his mouth with a napkin.