*can't even begin to guess what's going on, but knows you well enough to realize that he probably doesn't want to know* Er. Sorry? What did I do, again?
*sets the bags down on the kitchen counter and takes the one you're holding* *to his fellow Second, who's busy re-filling the chip bowl* Hey, Mac, see if you can round up another plate or bowl for the sopapillas, yeah?
*and back to you, with a rather bewildered expression* After Best Live Performance, you said? I can try, I guess, although he'll probably be distracted enough... *small smile* That's Glorfindel's category, you know.