[ "Finest feast" may be subjective, but he is finding out that foodstuffs like fried chicken are a go-to around places like this. The quality of it may vary from time to time, but he cannot deny the appeal of something warm, crispy, and delectably salty really does hit the spot. It's far from nutritious, but, tonight is not a night for a balanced diet.

They will need this chicken. Thank you, Colonel.

Alphinaud is right regard left-overs, something G'raha doesn't mind at all. (Then again, this man happily ate the Archon Loaf, so you probably can't trust his input.) But he quickly waves off their concern. ]

It has all been properly expensed, I assure you.

[ Besides, he knows they will contribute to their household in plenty of other ways. He sets two ceramic and one plastic plate down on the table--the room came with the two, the latter was saved after another night of take-out. Conserving resources is important.

But there is a pause. Would it be better to let them start to eat and enjoy the food first? Or is it more prudent to lay all the cards out on the proverbial table? He...his heart says the former, but experience says the latter. He glances between them, then nods to Alphinaud. ]

Please, take a seat.

[ Though he smiles, it is clear the food is not all on his mind. Finally, he sighs, placing his hands on the back of one chair. ]

I admit that in some ways I had hoped this might...ease some of the news I have to share with you both.