Staring down at the plate, he feels his lip tremble. Feels that gnawing sense of something too complex to put into words.

"These are for warriors who are putting in hard work.." he whispers to himself, brows knit together. And he thinks of his older brother, who made the same for him on his birthday. The only person who had put thought into it.

Hamburg Steak.

They're for warriors who are putting in hard work. Hard-working warriors. Having never received anything for his birthday, it felt odd to have Fern ask if he wanted her to buy anything. After all, he was the disappointment of his family, weakest among everyone, considerably so when compared to his older brother. And yet, his brother would make him Hamburg Steaks, would say it was their little secret.

And now, with you and Frieren setting out the plates, he can't pinpoint how he feels. You and Frieren had made the Hamburg Steaks via Eisen's written recipe. His lip wobbles, and he suppresses the urge to cry as he lifts a bite to his lips, chewing.