Londininum? He was surely foreign with that terminology. Much let it pass, as he knew well how being in a strange land could lead to many a confusion of words, he was hardly one to criticize someone giving him free food. He watched as the other man tore open the shiny material and took a quick bite of the food within. Ahh, with a smiling nod Much mimicked his movements. A large bite taken and chewed...and chewed...and chewed.
His expression fell by the moment as the bland substance mixed in his mouth. It was not venison, nor was it bread. It had an on consistency which was not quite entirely unpleasing to the pallet but decently close. He had survived on worse food but this was not what he would call a delicacy by any means. Much raised the bar with a half smile and took another bite. He would not savor it but it would fill his belly somewhat.
"The date?" Having to clear his throat and swallow a number of times to rid himself of the bite of bar he was still chewing. He paused for politeness and then coughed into his hand. Eyes looking up to the side and his head bobbed as he ticked off the days in his mind. "The sixth of May, I believe. Sometimes days escape me in the ..where I live." He was not giving away too many details but he was willing to help his new comrade with his date trouble.