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[ He's already moving through Sector Five, on his way to the clothing shop and definitely not feeling that he's about to entertain the dull routine of existence. Definitely not dreading it. The sight of an actual meal makes him consider; he's always wondered a bit about that manor. This seems a good chance to investigate. ]
[ Moving around the tables, he plucks up a plate of food without preamble or permission. He doesn't eat right away, picking it apart with his fingers like a bird might peck. ]
Surely you don't expect us to believe this much was prepared for a single person? Unless your employer was of the habit of picking, choosing, then wasting the rest.