(He's fairly certain he knows when that shot was taken, but he's not completely certain, and that alone says enough about how much his guard is down here.)

For the first time since Héctor's known him, he looks well and truly startled. While these traditions aren't unknown to him, they're not for him; it's not something he'd ever thought it was possible to apply to himself.

But the surprised expression softens into a smile, rueful and awkward. Sincere. He takes the shimmering, golden offering like he's holding something fragile, something he doesn't want to risk breaking.

"Am I supposed to eat this?" It's a genuine question. He's not quite sure how this goes.