Lunch isn't genuinely all that interesting to Irahl right now, but it is a distraction, and that's great. He doesn't know how long it will take the assistant to get him whatever contract (contracts?) he needs, but anything to help that time pass quickly is good in his book.

So, he does what he can to pretend that awkward and difficult conversations have not just been had. Compartmentalize. And what is better for that than mysterious and potentially-worrying foodstuff?

The silence settles until Irahl has unwrapped and is faced with the reality of his meal.

"So... 'mutt?'"