The Knights of the Round have always lived the high life. There has been food prepared by royal chefs, high-end eateries, whatever you might wish. And Suzaku has appreciated it, not like he hasn't.
But it has been a very long time since his mouth has watered the way it is now. He can feel his stomach like it's dug out, and he's starving. ]
Thanks, uh. [ Apparently, it is not improper to hang around the house shirtless, but to sit down to eat bare-chested and bare-shouldered it something else entirely. ] Just a second.
[ And he actually runs to his room, grabs the first shirt he sees, and is slipping it on as he runs back. Really. It's kind of tight across the shoulders and chest (all of them are, he discovered earlier) but good enough, and he touches the ornament in his hair (it hasn't really budged), before he steps to the sink to wash his hands. Picks up utensils - not just for himself, he sets the entire table while he's at it - and sits down. ]