His attention went back to the pretty blond when she spoke. A kinswoman although her accent spoke more of southern Ireland. He scoffed a bit at the corned beef and cabbage comment. He himself dislikes corned beef. Dreadful, dry stuff. Cabbage was only edible if prepared properly and with something that gave it some flavour. "Said her name was Belle. American woman from the South. Seems she's set on making certain we all get one square meal a day."
Cathair nodded and took a drink from his glass. "This is apparently a self serve prison," he suggested quietly. "Haven't seen anyone but other prisoners and wildlife at all." He took a bite of the cold dish he was eating and shook his head. "I didn't look. I'm not one much for sweets." He'd never been allowed many, and thus never really developed a sweet tooth.