Theodore's shoulders slumped in relief when the food was set down in front of him thus saving him from attempting to cook (which would have spelled disaster for his kitchen).
"Thanks." He beamed at the vaguely familiar-looking blonde. "Oh and are you apologizing for not serving a grand menu when I come in long after taverns tend to..." He frowned. Tavern. Something was wrong with that. Theodore blinked and frowned in thought before he recalled that these weren't the Middle Ages. It was so hard sometimes to snap back into the present. "I mean, pubs. Inns." He nodded, glad to have gotten things straight - unlike the last time he'd been asked about his thoughts about recent politics and embarked on an epic monologue about the Goblin wars. "I mean, thank you....what is it?"