"Stamps? The things you get for 'peaceful interactions'?" Sylvain is genuinely not meaning to sound like he's not getting it. He thought the stamps were for more advanced things, like a nice house or a horse or something. Not basics. Not food.

Sylvain laughs, and if there's a hint of hysteria in it, that's between him and the gods of this place.

"Okay, I'm sorry, I'm just trying to get this straight. You're saying if I go back there and suck you off right now, you'll give me one of those kaiser rolls?" He quirks an eyebrow. "If I put a finger in your ass too, will I be able to get some cheese somewhere else?"