[ The little glint in G'raha's eyes that she now knows to be more than just a trick of the light brings her no shortage of delight. There were few things that were better than an inside joke shared between herself and a friend at the expense of her dear brother. And as if to prove that she lets out a little snort of gleeful laughter as her legs are unceremoniously shoved off of Alphinaud. ]

Bucket or not, if the smell of it is anything to go off, I'm sure it will taste like the finest feast.

[ And honestly they're both hungry enough that truly most anything paletteable would suffice.

G'raha assumes correctly. She's already bounded over to where they've begun to unpack. Little tubs labelled with 'gravy', 'coleslaw' and 'french fries' are pulled out accordingly and their lids promptly pulled off and set aside. ]

I was joking but this really does look like a feast by Diadem standards. [ Her eyes are wide, her tone a little bit scolding. ] Are you certain you had enough joolies for this? We would have been more than willing to assist.