Reiner nods, his gaze momentarily going distant. It is nice to be able to indulge himself here, even with things as simple as pastries and coffee. Still, a part of him feels strange to do so. Knows he doesn't have the right to do so.

But here he is, spending time petting a tiny talking creature instead of preparing for yet another war. How times change.

"Oh, sure," he says, shifting his hand to beneath the creature's wing. He gives an exploratory scratch, trying to find the right spot—presuming that the creature will wiggle like a dog does when the Correct Spot is achieved. "Around here?"