Autor hesitates. He already gave the brie and onion away, but he has two extra in his sylladex. The boy regards Dr. Lecter for a moment, and then withdraws his book from his pocket.

"Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day, or gluttoning on all, or all away,*" he says, and rummages through his foodbag to find the prized croissant in a donut box. He plates it, and notes mentally that it is still warm.

*Shakespeare, Sonnet 75