"I loved that sandwich! I think I'll have one for breakfast every morning!" Magnus had gotten up, and smacked Olsen's shoulder as he'd spoke.
The King of Alcon had gotten up from the table to specifically grab a plate piled high with ham that a servant was carrying. He called for everything Skye and Tidas had used, and made several sandwiches himself. His loyal attendant was shocked to see Magnus doing such a menial task himself. It was commonplace for Olsen to have to handle such things.
The old servant smiled to himself as he watched his king enjoying the reward before he'd spoken; "Your Majesty, everything is ready for your departure upon command. Would you like me to grab a basket? So you may take the sandwiches along to the trials?"
Magnus thought a moment before he declined; "No, I wish to sit and eat in peace. Not be jostled about while Attempting to eat. We'll leave when I'm good and ready!"
