He did his best not to grimace, barely managing to hide the expression behind a sip of his coffee, finding that he did in fact like it, or thought he did, anyway, just shaking his head a moment later once he'd managed to will the sour expression away, "No meat, thank you." He wasn't going to object to Charles eating it, not when he was so clearly enjoying being able to eat, but knew he wouldn't be able to stomach it himself.

His brow creased a little at that final offering, setting the cup aside so that he could unwrap the sandwich in question, finding that it was brown bread -as he was used to- and had been tidily halved, he took one half, sliding the other back towards Charles, just flipping his selected portion open to inspect it, giving a little shrug at Charles' question of a comment as he closed it again, "I suppose."

Mostly he considered it incredibly inconvenient, wasting time on this when he could -should- be figuring out how to fix this, and making a mess besides, there were already crumbs everywhere, but he did keep himself from saying so, not wanting to put a damper on Charles' obvious excitement.