"I don't... think so, but it's not like we ever had any around while he was with me," he says with a shrug. He's pretty sure Law turned up at ten years old hating most things. Bread was one. The government was another. Him, for a good while. Their relationship could very kindly be described as rocky for the majority of it, and really only turned around in that last year.

So no, Law surely hated bread already but he wasn't exactly encouraged at any point to get over that. More important is trying to figure out whether these plates can be stacked or if he'll have to make two trips. "You have a tray or something?" he asks, looking around for one.