"Yeah-" he begins, but then frowns at the bread and tries to wave off Soldat from even letting one of those slices touch the plate. "Don't - just Mary. Law won't eat that."

Would possibly even get offended at the idea of bread having touched his plate, but he just won't say anything. The stuff won't kill him, it's not like that, it's just disgusting. Not food. Something the two quickly discovered they had in common, back when both were living with his brother's crew.