Francis rolled his eyes at the light hearted lecture but nodded and leaned back in his chair to face Father Brennan. "Allright... if I must." He turned his head towards Richards. "I was just playing. I do apologize.." He sat back again to see his preferred priest. "I said it.. now please.. " He patted the table beside him. "Sit beside me and eat, dad-I mean father. " He smiled brightly then looked to the strange man. They all spoke to him in some other language and he pouted at being left out.

He saw them mention the milk to Father Brennan though he didn't know what. He wondered if something was off about it, but it had tasted fine to him. He started to study his glass suspiciously. "What did he saw was wrong with the milk?"