[The tentative smile on his lips broadens into a real one, the set of his shoulders relaxing, even when he hardly even noticed the tension there in the first place. He takes a turn that leads them to a smaller road, one that will take them to one of the better cafeterias around- he wants to avoid the bustle near the hotel, because Art likes peace and quiet, and he shouldn't have to be thrown straight into the mix of all the people here right after waking up.]
Good, because I think so, too. Now, don't get me wrong, the rabbit stew we've had for the past few days ain't too bad, but a fella can do with some variety.
[Not to mention he may have skipped eating, first because he's insisted all the women and younger people should eat before him, and then because he's been stuck at the hospital for most nights.]