[Liethell]

"Suit yourself. Wait here a moment, I'll just be getting us some food." He rubs his shoulder and stands off in line. If it weren't for his obnoxiously long hair and the strange, soothing feeling he emits, he'd blend in here...

He returns with a bag and hands him something that might've resembled an egg sandwich. "They say egg is good for you." He tries to offer him a smile, as if justifying his choice. He pulls out another sandwich dripping with grease. It definitely does not have any eggs in it. He takes a hearty bite out of it as he walks them both away, back outside.