[César blinks and looks down at the bread basket, a small smile gracing his lips as he takes a roll. He sits down and pulls it apart, eyes searching as if it might have something to say.]

Thank you. ... well, I've broken enough rules to make several. Those would complain about the breaking of bread and easily swept up crumbs would expect little ones to sit quietly in the pews without anything to occupy them. I've never paid them any mind.