[ Because this sounds like a treat and because he can't help himself with how familiar her whole countenance is, Roman walks by with two glasses of wine. One for himself (he's hardly touched it, doesn't even plan to finish it) and one for her. He sits across with his own plateful of food. Sets the wine nearby to see how she'll react to that. ]

Pretty sure there's not going to be any sacrifices today, but the food's pretty great, isn't it? Good food for a good show later. Io Saturnalia.