[ The act doesn't go unnoticed, but it's not as if Roland is denying Inigo the chance to be this cute - cuter than he's ever been before. Adorable almost, and something that should have looked quite silly from someone else's perspective...but not to him. He's enjoying it too, in ways he can't describe. As if seeing Inigo react this way is filling gaps in a memory that doesn't exist; the same feeling that washed over him back in his little pretend cafe, where they sat side by side imagining a kinder life. In another world, they would have had this experience, right?

His smile turns warm as his free hand gently lifts to wipe the grain of rice away, barely a feathered touch that just about does the job before he flicks it away. Roland dips his spoon back into Inigo's lunchbox and readies another bite for him. But he hesitates to raise another spoon to his lips, pushing back potatoes and sauce as if thinking, a light flush coloring his cheeks...or maybe it's just a trick of the fire, sat close enough that it could be nothing but a play of shadows. ]

Thank you. For always reminding me. Even on missions like this...

[ Let it be known that Inigo is his official food reminder - and a pang of guilt shoots at his heart, knowing Inigo does it more often than Roland can do for him. He shakes his head, still boring holes into the lunchbox. ]

You take way better care of me than I do you, and isn't that my job? Heh. I...[ Roland clears his throat, the back of his neck rubbed twice before he attempts for a third time, to offer a spoonful back to Inigo. ] I'm just glad you're not embarrassed to do things like this with me.