"It seemed busy, I wasn't certain you'd be able to get drinks," Felix said smoothly. Years of dealing with courtiers and ambassadors made him able to offer sincere excuses on the fly. There was no need to offend the good captain, as he'd yet to do anything that was untoward. He wasn't certain that the man was a pirate, it just seemed better to err on the side of caution with the possibility looming.
He rearranged the drinks to make room for those that Chriton had brought back with him, making certain those the girl had left were the ones directly in front of him. He'd drink this ale, and the captain could drink his. The meat pies could be easily shared, and he slid one towards the other man unobtrusively, leaving it near enough that it could be claimed if he wished.
"I was just out for a run," he explained, seeing no reason to fabricate that particular answer. "Stomper gets restless if he doesn't get regular exercise, and then he's a beast to deal with. As it is, he got a bit overly excited and managed to clip his front hoof with his back hoof and loosen up a shoe. But it shouldn't take long to get him back to form."
Then he slid a sidelong glance at the captain. "And you? Are you looking for employment now that you're between vessels?"