Rhydian wasn't one to stand on ceremony when it came to clothes. Jeans were pretty much the staple of his wardrobe, when he didn't have to be at work, and sometimes when he did. He certainly wasn't overdressed on a Sunday.
"I haven't, and it smells perfect. I have quite a nose for whiskey, too." He was almost certain he smelled some of that. He came in and set the plate on the nearest appropriate piece of furniture he could find. "I don't turn down food, I think you'll find. I'm not much good at putting it together."