You're starting to worry. [ Percival says this with a mild surprise, because it takes him a moment to figure out why that may be. ] That was not my intention. I'm not going to change my mind if the iron decides not to listen to you, or the stove is difficult to light.

[ At Credence's question there's a shrug, mostly with his eyebrows. ] I'm told I should eat, so I suppose we may as well. [ Wait, damn, Credence had said he was hungry. ] Yes.