Robin eats fairly politely, rationing the more flavorful pieces throughout the bland filler so as to turn it into a semi-functional meal. Vincent eventually runs out of root rounds and finds his way to the flavorless grain--which he tops with some broth from the noodley soup to give it some semblance of flavor.

For a while, the three of them eat peacefully, with Robin occasionally looking over to see just what stage of dissection his new friend has gotten to this time. Around the third or forth piece of fish, Robin comments around a small mouthful.

"Looks like the mudfish is a winner."

"Said no one, ever, about the mudfish," Vincent interjects, tilting his head up as if it would actually help him see over the table, "He's into those?"

"Looks like it..." Robin nods, finally pointedly pulling the pile of ghosts back into the conversation, "Hey, Phalanx. You like those?"

He points to the current piece of fish on the end of Phalanx's fork.