Ocgnoton smiled as he sat down at a table, clearly not meant to be there. Still he sat down with a tray covered with a pile of food, and more slung in his coat, he smelled of meat at this point. Biting down, attempting to use manners unlike when he was alone, chewing with his mouth closed, wiping it's mouth. But his slouched form was still to be seen as awkward and out of place. This didn't matter to ogcnotot, the gossip of the queen, princess and knight was all he cared about. He hoped she enjoyed his present. It wasn't much but his small leather pouch was all he could give her.