[francel laughs at the expression of glee on aymeric's face — he looks like an especially satisfied fox — and he chews and swallows slowly, more content to dine on aymeric's every little smile than on the bread and butter.]

I should like to see that! Ser Aymeric, devourer of worlds. And baskets of bread.

But mind you don't ruin your appetite for our omelettes later. [halone help him, he sounds like a wife.]