Walking in to Röskr Önd, Lord John takes a seat at what he has come to see as his regular table, doing his best to be polite and not stare at the way the other man in the restaurant is setting about his food as though he had never had a bite to eat in his life. He can only force himself to avert his attention so much, however.

Röskr Önd is not a large place, after all, and seated as they are John has unfortunately found himself seated facing the other man, with only an empty table's space between them. Moreover, he is quite an interesting person to look at, as rude a thought as that may be, especially at such a time as this.

"Ah," John says awkwardly, not meaning to interrupt the other man's meal and yet. Unable to help himself. "Forgive me for saying so but. You may want to pace yourself, my friend. The food here can be quite rich..."