[he comes bearing a small basket, which does smell distinctly of some kind of baked good buried within the confines of it and its towel. but of course, that can wait until after they eat lunch—a remarkable spread made less surprising by his own conversations with the subject of their later conversation.

really, that's all he comments on right now, not wanting to rush Weiss in her explanation in the first place. which means that there's nothing to waylay that question, and it gets a blink out of the priest.]

Fight another...? No, I can't say I have. I do my daily training and have sparring partners sometimes, but that's about it. [a pause.] Did you have to deal with something like that, Weiss?

[concern...]