Nigel thinks for a few moments, during which the next course of their meal is brought to them. "I think," he says as he picks his fork up, "I was going to remark on how good this food was and lament that I can't eat it all. I mean, twelve courses? Isn't that a little much?" Chuckling, he goes to take a bite, then stops as a question pops into his head, prompting him to ask, "Do you have any siblings?"