Sig's head shot up at the word breath and from a bag on the back of his pet he pulls a steaming bag that smelled of various grains and starches, and tints of other herbs it was clear what he had brought in the wrapped up hot mess that began to unraveil. "haha, I happen to have brought my own, and it's only fair that I am entitled to share of course" he said stepping to the boy asking questions only to trip and fall, leaving his assortment of breads on the group and a face of pure depression on seigfreid as he lay on the ground. "well... help yourself I guess, hehehehe" he nervously joked in a lower tone as he lay on the ground. " there goes lunch" he whispered, before his dragon nudged him to get up and reluctantly he did so,