Charles sniffed, shaking his head as he took the napkin and was silent a little longer than necessary. He took his time munching before he swallowed the bite.

"Yeah, lotta people don't know what real good spice is," he said. "Mum would- she knows, she had this- has this spice cabinet, yeah? Like, it's so organized and- But yeah, at school, everyone thought tabasco and chili were the only thing that makes something spicy. It's more than that."

And something about Edwin experiencing that hit a soft spot for him.

"I'm happy you like it, mate," Charles smiled softly, looking away.