[Sadly, Byleth is a cheater: weird dragon genes rather than any hard work of immunising himself to poisons.]

Oh, and the cold cut meat is good as well. If you've recently arrived, then you must be famished, and fruit won't be enough to sustain you. Let me get you a plate...

[As he spoke, Byleth picked up one of the many empty plates that dotted the tables to be used by any of the guests, and started, uh, piling it up with food. He'd even say what he was putting on there: tropical fruit slices of pineapples and melon, and cold meats like pancetta and prosciutto, pastries that ranged from pork and apple to berry-filled...]

There. [He held the plate out to him.] That should tide you over for a few hours.

[A few hours???]