Just as France ate, though it was clear in how he ate that it was more that it was rare he made this kind of meal. It sometimes hurt too much to have certain reminders. But with company, specifically Maglor, it was a bittersweet pain and worth it.

He also wasted nothing. For all that he enjoyed wine with food, it didn't feel right in this instance. A more innocent memory, and one he'd cherish. Conversation wasn't needed, and the silence was comfortable.

He was thinking about what song he wanted to hear, and an idea started to form. Maybe... Could he?