My eyes narrow slightly at Bittle before my attention goes back to the wrapped frame. It must be a frame; the placement and shape don't really leave many options. There's another wrapped rectangle on a different wall, and I huff before cutting into my meat a little more quickly.

"It's going to be your fault if I get a stomachache." I tell him, shoving a big chunk of meat into my mouth and chewing quickly. It takes some work before I can swallow, and I reach for the wine to wash it down. "Presents and then pie."