Vincent knows Irahl wouldn't have taken the compliment well even if they weren't in a brightly-lit venue full of people eating breakfast. But he wanted him to hear it all the same, and is pleased that Irahl still finishes the "cheers" gesture.

He busies with his own food as well, during that time. A couple bites in he decides that it's pretty good, even if he couldn't identify a single thing it's seasoned with.

"You mean the job, or... The whole thing?" He asks, stirring up his bowl a little. The placement of that rogue succulent twig now a complete mystery. Who knows when it will strike again.