Finally, the milk mustache is wiped on the back of his hand before the said plate of crackers and cheese are pointed out on the far end of the birthday buffet. He'll look at them with a bit of curiosity...or apprehension, depending on how Nita might see such a face.

"Spice and...cheese? Oh boy." Is that spelling doom for his stomach? Maybe! "Okay, so we use them to dip into the red stuff?" It's probably some sort of chili salsa but whatever it is, Roland's wary. "You wanna try it first? My turn to pour you milk."