Theo's arrival wouldn't have been easy to miss. He strode into The Tofu House with his usual forceful manner, still geared up for patrol, his greatsword strapped against his back and looking menacing. Ignoring any curious stares given in his direction, he spotted the table and company he was looking for and stomped purposely over in that direction.
Clearing his throat, he shuffled around the nearest empty chair and pulled it out. The sword was placed carefully aside, but close enough for him to still reach--even then, it was nearly as tall as he was. "Not late I hope," Theo said as greeting, nodding at Darius and plopping down beside Quen. "What's all this?" He looked over the arrangement of bowls and plates with interest.