Ooh, you really are an expert. [ The statement is playful in his mouth, though he at least halfway sounds like he means it in earnest. ] My palate's not so refined, though. I'll take whatever sweet you've got.

[ Which is true enough. Lighter's never had the luxury of being picky; things might be better for him nowadays, but he'd never really thought to start preferring this or that. He idles near the breakfast assortment with a keen eye, not immediately moving to take anything. ]

If you're treating me out of your personal collection, I suppose I stand less of a chance getting drugged.

[ Idly, curiosity rusted in his tone. ]

How long have you been checked in here?