Taff didn't notice, at least at first. He buried his nose into the menu, picking out about five different things his stomach would be content in devouring. Finally, he settled on his original choice of a sausage sandwich and a side of chips. "We can just share a plate of chips," Taff told his brother, "or you'll just eat all mine and then yours." He glanced up with a smirk, but of course it faded to a small frown as he noticed the stain on his brother's shirt, "Tristan what's that?"