"I'm glad thou didst." The fruit goes in bowls on the table; the cheese wheels (still in their wax) go in a ceramic box with a lid that's very obviously of Laertes's own making. He lines up dried goods: flour and oats and barley and beans, peas and lentils and nuts. He's stolen a mortar and pestle on this expedition, and those take pride of place on the counter (lovingly sanded and oiled until it shines). "What happened, on thy hunt?"