Gideon's eyes light at the food's arrival. She picks up the littlest slice of bread, jams it unceremoniously into the bisque, and shoves it in its entirety into her mouth. It burns her fingers and sears her tongue and her palate.

She leans forward a little, hits her elbow on the table. Steam blows from her mouth as she surreptitiously coughs into her hand. All she can taste is garlic, and the taste is mostly just burnt into her nose.

"Where'd you get a sword?" She clears her throat and reaches for another one with only slightly more caution. "Lost mine. Need one."