All he can really do is hope that his words did something. Considering he's barely followed his own train of thought, he wouldn't blame Irahl if the guy had simply tuned him out. There was something important in the tangle of it all, though... Something he was trying not to forget... Ugh, what was it?

By the time he remembers, it sounds like he's changing the subject and not like he's just spent a full minute chasing down a thread of a thought.

"You thinkin' of tryin' to leave tonight?"

This is when there's a quiet sound at the door as someone (it's Jandru) slips back in with large bags of food in hand. They slink up to the table to put the bags down in front of the two men as unobtrusively as possible before scooting back to their corner station. Inside the bags, they will each find not one but two mutt wraps for each of them, along with a side of some seasoned, rustic-style tuber wedges.