It's all about balance in this case, one of Glitch's laws of hosipitality and friendship: any action that could answered in kind should be. Besides which, now more than ever he wants Bagoas to understand that they're equals.

And besides that, the act of feeding each other is both simple and intimate, playful and demonstrative of trust and caring. Food is still a wonderous luxury for him, sharing it a treasure, and...and...

Berries. Someting about berries and names, not sun and shade and skin.

"Well," he begins and tears his eyes away long enough to rummage in the bag. "Y'know I don't remembed much of my life but there was a time when I remembered even less-- and I'll tell you what I can about that eventually."

He selects a berry and, as Bagoas had, inspects it. "For a long while I didn't even remember my name, so...I gave myself a new one. Glitch." A rueful little shrug as he looks up again. "I've learned - I remember more now, though.

"And the name my mother gave me--" He holds out the berry, know full well he's being theatrical and not caring. "--was Ambrose."