That made Remy grin. Now this was a kid who had his priorities straight!
"Good choice!" he said with audible commendations. And with a decisive snap of fingers (one that cracked boldly inside the atrium. Remy would have wanted to clap his hands instead, it seemed more dramatic that way, but alas, juice pack.) he pointed his right trigger finger up and then forwards to indicate the path they would take. "De dining hall is dat away. Y'jes' follow me and I'll lead de way." He sounded like he was enjoying this.
"If der's anyt'ing dat I learned in dis here house, it's dat de foods are great." He said with the tips of his middle finger and thumb joined together as he raised it to the air. "Makes me miss New Orleans sometimes, 'dough...New Orleans, dat's where I am from," he said with a brief look at Phil, as if he needed to make sure that Phil understood he was talking to him. "But if I want to taste home, I can always cook it so I ain't too lonely. Where'd ya say y'were from again, mon ami?"