Joshua can see Lucrezia's minor disappointments, but they're hardly any concern of his. She likes to meddle where he doesn't (unless it can actually be made fun), and besides, he knows Spike too well to ever worry about, well...certain things. If he did, he might be jealous, but Joshua's jealousy doesn't work that way.

"Steak is good with eggs, but we don't have any..."

Well sorry, Joshua eats the food that is bought and brought home! He idly watches the maid go about filling out the orders, first Spike's coffee and then the food, like a practiced cook. They get paid a lot, after all, but that might be for other less practical reasons.

When he looks away from the maid, it's like he has to force himself, a rip and pull of ancient memories that drift over Lucrezia with an affectionate smile and then stop on Cassandra, and focus. Not on her. Beyond.

"You...eat a lot."