...He's a good guy, that Dimitri — liked him from the first moment I saw him. I didn't realize you were kids together, though.

[It's somewhere around this time that the barkeep surreptitiously inserts himself into the moment, delivering a surprisingly good-looking meat pie to the table in front of Balthus, its crust nicely golden brown and its vents steaming slightly from the heat of the oven.]

Hey, there it is! Good thing, too, all this talking's making me hungry. Who knew you were such a chatterbox, pal?

[He glances up from his pie, flashing Dedue a sly wink.]