"Mysterious as always," the general replies, taking LeBlanc's hand in his and raising it to his mask before accepting the box of scraps. Beatrice flutters down from her perch on Swain's shoulder and hooks her talons around the rim of the box, regarding the illusionist with the three eyes on one side, then the three on the other, before beginning to feed.

"I've not yet had the chance. What's in these?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.