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Lockhartian 
Oh? Well, that was rather amusing. Treyen actually didn't know how to lead when he met Ellie, and she'd been the one to teach him how to do so. He kind of figured something similar had happened with Conan, but decided not to ask any question that could related to her directly.
He chuckled, "That's more than a bonus," it was pretty good, actually. Especially if he didn't know how to dance.
And then he randomly mentioned the sandwich topic again.
RIGHT! The sandwich!
"I'm sure they'll have fake cheese," he smiled, the Kitchens had everything, and if the house-elves couldn't find it for you, well...he didn't know, he's never had to deal with that sort of thing.
Still, he started to walk towards the Kitchens, "A ham sandwich it is, then." Anything for Conan, right? Unless Ellie was mentioned, "Anything else?"
"I am not exactly big," Conan chuckled,
"Therefore I only have little feet." He jiggled his sneaker from side to side, showing off his little feet.
"I don't think I'd do much damage anyway." Maybe a hurt toe, but nothing broken.
"I'd rather not risk it. You don't know if it has lactose in it," he whispered his sensitive part. It was just Treyen here, but there might be spies.
"Just a ham sandwich is enough. Thank you Treyen," he smiled. He liked having Treyen with him, in the sammich making.