He studies her, the wan cast to her smile, and nods. "Some fruit and nuts, then," he requests of Bar. "And a little cheese." For him, if not for her. The fruit isn't likely to keep him full through the morning.

In response, Bar offers a small basket into which is tucked several apples and oranges, a few packets of nuts, and the cheese he'd requested, along with one of those heat-saving flasks full of coffee and another of tea.

Caspian tucks both into the basket and hefts it. "Many thanks, Lady Bar."