[ Oh yes, certainly it was Alphinaud. Their light, familiar banter is enough to ease his nerves a bit. G'raha allows the door to fall shut behind him, making sure to press the bottom with the back of his foot to make sure that it is well and truly closed. ]

You have my sincerest apologies for keeping you waiting, then, Master Alphinaud.

[ There's a small glint in his eyes that is shared with Alisaie before he allows Alphinaud to take one of the bags. A short pause only to slide the chain lock into its slot. ]

I hope that the spoils will make up for my leisurely pace. Apparently chicken here comes in "buckets"?

[ The bag that Alphinaud took does contain one said bucket of a variety of friend pieces--wings, thighs, strips--anything that will fit. G'raha sets his own bag down on the small, wobbly table that came with the room. There may only be two chairs, but if its pulled towards one of the beds, it works just fine. He figures Alisaie will make quick work of unloading that bag full of sides and condiments so that G'raha can grab a few plates and utensils.

Did he spend more money than he should have on this? Yes, probably. Is it trying to buy a bit of good will for the topic he is going to broach? Yes, yes it is. Will it work? Uncertain. ]