[bro, please, just accept this offer so felix can eat. this deal seems so simple that felix can't quite understand why someone would even hesitate? the roast is obviously fine; this guy is just, like, making a big deal over nothing.

or: felix has never needed to worry about money and/or the generosity of others, and you know, it kind of shows. he shifts a bit in his seat as this guy puzzles things out, obviously impatient—and then, like, mildly uncomfortable, because oh, but picky sure brings back memories. let him just glance right off to the side.]

So I'm told.

[his friends sure do (did?) love to fuss. anyway, time for felix to do what felix does best: huff.]

Either you eat the roast, or it goes to waste. Generosity has nothing to do with it. [well, no, and yet—] Which means that your guilt is pointless. Just take it.