Something about the dire tone and the topic of shrimp gets Vincent to laugh.

"Seriously," he adds, "It's bad, man. I'm more shrimp than person right now."

Well, as annoyed as he is that he was right, and after all his laying around and waiting for these idiots they just want to take a fucking nap, at least Robin can see that the offer seems to have picked up their moods. He'll drag them upstairs if he has to, but he really doesn't want to have to.

"Fine..." Robin sighs again, putting approximately a third of the papers back in their envelope and holding it out for Irahl to take, "Since you boneheads took care of lunch without me, I'll go eat. But I'll be back in an hour."