Thankfully the knock at the door arrives before he has any real chance to complain more about it, the focus immediately shifting to the platter handed over to him.

"I'm surprised it all fit on this one tray.." Holding the tray in two hands along with the bottle of wine dangling between two fingers, Emet-selch unceremoniously kicks the door closed with a foot as he walks on in to the room, letting the bottle drop onto the soft bedding as he places down the tray, kicking his shoes off and sitting beside it.

"Lemon? Chocolate? Some fruit?" He glances over at his companion for input. "Or wine?"