"Next time, if we haven't gotten this fixed by then." He agreed with a nod, adding a somewhat quieter, almost unsure, "Thank you." He did go about stirring definitely too much sugar into one of the coffees, followed by barely enough creamer to make a difference, just breaking off a corner of the scone to nibble at, not sure he liked it, but not really sure he didn't, either, because he was hungry, which was somewhat distressing in and of itself, as he barely remembered what that felt like.

He regarded the remaining sandwiches, trying to decipher the shorthand on the wrappers even as he asked, "I don't suppose there's a cheese and onion, is there?" He vaguely recalled having liked those when he was still alive, but only because he knew he didn't like the taste of cress or the feel of cucumber.