As the singing progressed the usual amount of annoyance seemed to lessen. Though he was still wondering if a goblet would fit down Luke's throat he was no longer about to go over and find out first hand. Instead his attention was directed to the food in front of him like it was going to make it all go away. Or make Luke go away. Both seemed like a good idea. As he picked up a few pieces of toast Addison's glance caught the boy's attention. Dropping his hand, Balthazar looked at his captain, wondering if he had missed a morning practice or something.
At the comment, B's eyes narrowed slightly in confusion. Song about a genie? What was in Addison's cigarettes?
“I have no clue what the hell you are talking about but I am going to agree,” he responded with the confusion going through his voice.
Hearing a conversation growing too loud down the table, the boy picked up a napkin and began balling it up tightly.
“Are you talking about that friend like me or... whatever the hell it was- I'm sure he'd have a full tabletop dance for that one.”
The last word became emphasized as he chucked the balled up napkin at the group, not caring if he hit his mark.