[Wow, what a brat... Constantin changes his mind, Felix is dumb and bad and he'll be leaving in the morning. Or, well— he laughs, actually, because of course Felix won't leave him to eat alone. That's the crux of their Routine! So this particular teasing sinks into him with that same warmth, the ironically pleasant feeling it brings to think about how Felix knows him well enough by now to tease him like this. He gets personalized attitude... so sweet.]

And yet your serving of bread will find its way to me anyway, I suspect. [#Known] I'll write my objections down for you.

[When will he get to enjoy the simple pleasure of some goddamn chicken broth again... Never mind. Squirrel dinner is fake.]

How early a start will you be getting tomorrow? I may just have the morning free.

[Then he'll spend all afternoon doing paperwork of his own making for the orphanage, but listen, let him watch morning training? He's feeling it.]