[Yeah, he saw that, and understood it well enough. Dist averts his eyes and says nothing, though he doesn't outright frown at the very least. He tried to find something that wasn't overly sweet, but it really was difficult! Anything that wasn't sweet just seemed...unappetizing. Plus, without knowing Ion's tastes, it just made the task that much more difficult.

Dist chooses to stand and lean against the trunk of the tree to eat, not wanting to dirty his clothes on the grass and soil. He finishes after Ion does, and after wiping his face and taking a drink of his own water, Dist offers a hand to help Ion stand.]

I hope it was satisfactory, Fon Master. Now, you said you wanted to go to the library next? Do you feel well enough to make the walk, or shall we head home instead?