[Ordinarily, the silence would unnerve Adra, but Jericho is so expressive with his face and body language that he's not bothered. He finishes his preparations quickly--thanks, magic--and pretty soon a tray of food is floating into the room. The tray, set with several bowls of steaming vegetable soup and creamy mac'n'cheese, sets itself down on the coffee table. Adrasteius follows after it, his forehead beaded with sweat.]
There you are. Dig in.
[Adrasteius collapses into the nearest chair. Doesn't seem like he plans to eat much himself.]
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There you are. Dig in.
[Adrasteius collapses into the nearest chair. Doesn't seem like he plans to eat much himself.]