Well, what you've got in your lap, actually. Here, just hold steady--[and he's picking up the small (smaller than his palm) pitcher of oil, and leaning forward so he can tip a bit of it on top of the hummus sitting in Enygma's lap--before sitting up to tear off a piece of the bread, scoop up a dollop of the hummus, and hold it out]
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Here--open your mouth.