[Cain has settled in for the meal, hat off and napkin tucked neatly in his lap. He shoots a glance at Eridan, as though worried that he's going to do something even more monstrous and alien than usual. this is a nice family dinner]
Eridan, you don't have any sort of religion, right? You'll have to indulge us our mealtime prayer. [Even if Cain is about as religious as Eridan probably is, appearances have to be kept up.]