The accent is a gift from our dear friends the Malnosso. I suppose they couldn't just let me leave the mission empty-handed.

[Absently hefting the bag to test its weight, he peered down at the contents. Definitely not anything he recognized, but he figured he could probably figure out some kind of pattern in them. Creative cooking was just a way of life back home, after all.]

And you have nothing to fret over, old chap. I promise. [Almost as an afterthought, he added,] The last thing I need is to have someone who may know all my tricks hunting me down.