It's really not. [ Jaune assures her, with a tiny ripple of underlying amusement. ] It did want me to share it, but it didn't make me, and when I did, it was done.

[ You know. The way pie silently and mysteriously communicates its wishes sometimes, as pie is prone to doing.

That covered, Jaune takes her hand and shakes it, his calloused grip tentative and light. ]

I'm Jaune, and it's only been a few days. You've probably talked to the receptionist and the waiter, right? They're like that. So are a few of the other people in town, so don't be surprised when it happens again - they're not being rude. It's just how they are.

[ There's a little touch of protectiveness there. ]