Lunch! [Illarion, that bag is much bigger than just "lunch".] Or you may think of it as, hm, encouragement for trying on your gifts.

[He makes his careful way around the fire to where Bigby and the wolf are, hunkering down beside his friend in that crouch that's most comfortable for an elf. Iskierka pops her head up over his to inspect her fellow Omen, and then Bigby, with a critical faceted eye. Does anyone need his hair fixed??]

Here. You need not eat it now if you do not hunger, but I would give these to you. ["These" being a box of some kind of dried, spiced, compressed mushroom bar; one of the shrike's hoarded apples; and a little bag of outlandishly packaged cookies that had to have come off one of November's boats. They're wrapped in crinkly plastic and everything.

He sets them in a tidy little stack.]