Mm, bread is not as easy to come by where I'm from. There's war - the country that grows the land's grain has restricted trade with my home.

[ he reaches for another piece of the bread, pressing it between his fingers, the soft, open texture pleasant. he even brings it to his nose to smell it before popping it into his mouth with a pleased hum. koby settles in with their shoulders touching and he relaxes a little, unable to help the way he reaches for bite after bite - sometimes fruit, sometimes bread, sometimes a piece of egg cooked to a little fluffy shape.

but he comes back to the jam, dipping a finger in once and licking it clean, then sweeping up another fingerful to offer koby. ]

I'm a sailor - my stomach is easy to please so long as it's full. But this? This is one of the best things I've tasted here.