Reese sees the motion, and her politeness afterward, and it amuses him enough to hold up a roll and wave it in front of the little creature.

"Give her back her shoulder, it's all yours."

Either the fae has forgotten the bread came from a platter or it doesn't care. It seizes on the gift and darts away. Reese raises his glass very slightly to Victoria. It has something bubbly and non-alcoholic. "Cheers."