Sebastians eyes drifted towards you as they often did. He had long ago adapted to your idiosyncrasies and saw how you looked at kitchen, yet didn't seem to have any motivation to eat and/or get food for whatever reason. Sebastian moved closer to you, resting his chin on your shoulder as he took your hand in his while rubbing your knuckles lovingly with his thumb.

"How would you feel about sharing a snack plate?" he asks out of the blue, his tone soft and gentle.