[ Whoops, color Roland a tinge embarrassed. He clears his throat and retracts his utensil back to his plate, slathering on more honey. ]

Ah, no. That's not what I meant. I was asking you if it actually tasted delicious, the combination you picked on your plate. Not that I'm - [ Judging??? Please, he totally was. But his weakness to this green abomination aside, he'll take a bite of his toast to hide behind, can't talk if you're chewing you know. ]

[ He swallows not before long. ]

My apologies. You can enjoy avocados however you want.

[ His formality is a mask for his slipping distaste and it shows, you mister president you. Also, he's running out of toast so he's gonna have to get more or pick at this like a peckish bird. ]