[Myr doesn't know the rarity of that laugh, but he's clearly pleased to have garnered it anyway. It's always a lovely thing to make someone he likes laugh.]

Isn't it? Though I've done them a disservice in the translation; it doesn't take nearly so long for them to relate it as it does me.

[His ears lift as Hector makes his offer, and he reaches with cautious fingers to feel for the tin and take a piece of the baklava.]

Thank you, [for both the treat and the warning; they are awfully sticky, and Myr's quick to get his free hand under the piece he's taken before it can drip anything.] They smell marvelous--what d'you call them? And have you had any yet yourself?

[Because as much as Myr loves being gifted food, he loves sharing it even more.]