Vincent has done a minimal job of making some room at the low table for more than just himself. There are a few containers of greasy-smelling things all open in the middle, and Vincent is quick to sit back down in an old, creaky chair and pile some more sauce-glazed nuggets of something onto a plate with a fork.
When Robin gets only silence, he asks again, "Phalanx, that question was for you. Have you eaten this kind of stuff before?"
His eyes are on Phalanx for an answer, even as he reaches out towards a stack of plates on the table. Other things on the table include beer cans, stained mugs, reference books, and a dusty vase that holds scrolls of parchment rather than flowers.
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When Robin gets only silence, he asks again, "Phalanx, that question was for you. Have you eaten this kind of stuff before?"
His eyes are on Phalanx for an answer, even as he reaches out towards a stack of plates on the table. Other things on the table include beer cans, stained mugs, reference books, and a dusty vase that holds scrolls of parchment rather than flowers.