[Sighing, he settles in beside him, lightly bumping shoulders. It's a relief to get off his feet, and if the ottoman were any closer, he'd prop his leg up on it to bring his mild post-bath swelling down. He adjusts the elastic of his compression sock before reaching for prosciutto-wrapped bocconcini on a skewer.]

Now there's a fun project I would be delighted to partake in... after we've paid our dear commissioner a visit, of course. ...Oh.

[It's his first bite of food all day, and easily the boldest, most sophisticated marriage of flavours his palate has known in over half a year. His brain lights up like a slot machine and his hunger comes alive, his hands a little shaky as they go for a baguette round slicked with herb butter and another skewer that misses his open mouth on the first try, the little wooden tines poking his lip.

He moans around a mouthful, can't help himself.]

That is absolutely delicious. Oh my god. [He says as he finishes.] Have you tried this?