Yes, here he is offering his friend something to eat, but now his friend thinks it's somewhat like an olive branch. And he thinks there's something suspicious, because he isn't taking it. So Erik caves first, since he's actually hungry, and takes a few bites.

"You were here," Erik says finally, as if it's the most casual thing in the world. "For a good while, actually. That happens sometimes. You might get the memories back, or you might not get them back at all." He frowns. "That happened once before, but both of us had forgotten." Are you following, Charles, because Erik thinks this is all very clear. "Now you're here and you don't remember this place." He sucks in a breath.

"How long have you been here?" he asks. "One day? Two days?" he asks, hopeful that the answer isn't something like a month. "I can catch you up on the work you were doing," he says, and racks his brain asking himself important questions like, what does Charles know and what can I spoil for him? "Jean will be happy to see you. You'll have to forgive most your friends, they'll be expecting you to remember they're your friends."