Alright. Good. Sweeney nods subconsciously as he turns his attention to the spread being laid out. He suspects this is a similar experience to what she faced last night. He remembers the bit about the dense bread, but has little else to go on except 'fish wrapped in spices'. Oh, and whatever the fuck almonds are. Hopefully, she'll do some further explaining.

Wetting his lip, Sweeney's hands hover slightly, clearly unsure where he's meant to begin.