"Ah, so be it." There's a dismissive wave of his hand as he grins to himself, turning to make his way down towards the kitchen. "Me, I suppose I'll just have to make do on biscuits and tea. Sort of the best thing to have while reading a book. Might suggest something a bit more, mmm... dried meat maybe for your work? Helps, anyway."

She can be as anti-social as she wishes. Clearly, Twisted Fate can talk plenty for two, and then some.

"Do you miss your clan? I suspect so." Sometimes, even he does.