III

[Byleth was at the gathering for one reason only: food. He had slipped into the bad habit of prodding Claude for information whenever he didn't understand something, and the eternal starving mercenary in him demanded he stockpiled on the free food while he could. So, that meant that when Veyle sidled up next to him, Byleth had been in the process of shamelessly stowing some meat skewers (wrapped in a napkin of course) into his satchel, like this was a socially acceptable thing to do (the food was free, okay, it didn't count as stealing).]

Hm? [He looked up... then down to see a young girl.] Me? You can, but I don't promise to know the answers to them.