[ Although his stomach grumbles at the smell of baked goods, he doesn't reach for the bag in Jayce's hand. The last thing he wants is to look like some starving urchin with no manners. Jayce wouldn't judge the entirety of the Undercity by him, he thinks, but-- just in case.

Instead, he leans against his work table, casual. ]

I will tell them it was all your dastardly idea. That I warned you of the dangers, but you only laughed maniacally.

[ Very in character for Jayce. ]