Christobal hadn't expected to be given the priviledge of eating his meals at the dining room. Even he wasn't arrogant enough to overassume the allowed luxuries at Emrys' house. He had assumed that he would take his meals in his room and that one of the staff members would then take away the plates when he was gone and that would be about it where luxury was concerned.

Emrys had invited Christobal to eat with him at the dining room, the first day of Christobal's stay, so then Christobal took the liberty of showing up for breakfast every day, because Emrys hadn't exclusively told him that he couldn't do so. At some point, Emrys stopped showing up for breakfast, but Christobal didn't care much about it. He felt more comfortable eating when his wealthy friend wasn't present. He didn't have to try and guess what all those cutlery was supposed to be used for and he could use his hands, unless he had to apply some sort of butter with a knife.

He had been eating his breakfast slowly, so he would enjoy every piece of food that got into his mouth. Usually, Christobal didn't even eat breakfast, he skipped straight to a lunch time meal that consisted of whatever best he could afford at any given time. None of his food could ever taste so good, though. He couldn't afford to get so many flavours on his table.

Emrys' entrance alerted him. "Why?" Christobal inquired, his mouth still full with an egg he had been eating. He swallowed his bite before asking: "What's going on?"

Why was Emrys removing his earrings? Christobal had never seen him without them and he had always assumed that it was the sort of thing rich folks wore to showcase their wealth. He assumed that rich people walked around wearing heavy jewerly all the time. That's what Christobal would do if he was rich, anyway. He'd wear the most lavish and most fancy clothes he could find, probably an ermine fur too and he'd wear lots of jewerly. Gold rings and stones on his fingers.