Tyki was nearly offended that he didn't get a flourish like Nel had, but he didn't complain. He'd just have to weather the indignation. It did look good though, and the pleased expression that crossed his grey face, eyebrows raised, certainly said that much.

He cut into it, letting the egg's yolk ooze over the sandwich, and brought it to his mouth with a fork. He'd debated eating it like a normal sandwich, with his fingers, but if Nel was using cutlery, it was probably better if he didn't drip egg and sandwich filling everywhere. It wouldn't do to shatter the illusion of his gentlemanly nature for nothing.

He tried it, and, while he didn't groan like Nel did, his yellow eyes did light up a touch.

"This is delicious," he said, in Jyllandi, talking around the food, instead of after it.