It's oddly nice, how casually Elidibus touches him like that. He knows that this man has some history with a version of him, but it still stands out. He's not used to being touched without very good reason. Even more so now that he had become the Archbishop. People dared not near him without a duty to do so.

He nods, following the man where he's guided. His mind is elsewhere though, focused on the hand in his own. Strange. Not bad, just strange.

He snaps back to himself though, when presented with the spread of pies.

"Oh." It's hard not to notice the glitter in his eye as he beholds this wonderous variety of delicacies.

"All of these? This is incredible. They smell so good... they're almost too pretty to imagine eating." Almost.