It's always a safe bet that he's done something wrong, in his opinion. Try as he might to do the right thing. It's usually a pretty good bet that staying with books and working is what people approve of. Not this time, it seems. Luckily, as Amelia has noticed, Viatorus is fairly easily sucked back into consuming as much information as he can. He doesn't notice how comfortable he's getting. Or how his usually impeccable posture has morphed into that of a student craning horribly over papers.

Perhaps, then, it's for the best that Amelia comes in and starts setting up her little picnic. It seems so bizarre to Viatorus that he sits up and stares in surprise... Then dread. There's a lot of food there. He's not much of an eater. That's probably going to insult her somehow. Gods help him.

He swallows down his concerns and tries to take in the large array of tea things and food in front of him. "Uh... Th-Thank you." He watches Amelia start to sort out her own tea before hesitantly starting to choose his own.