"That sounds a little more delicate than what we used to drink in the forest," Much said, managing a tiny bit more of a smile as he reached up to get the cups. God he missed the forest. Maybe he should go and live in the woods, for a bit. Just... escape. And then... pull over at the side of the road and take a wrench to the back of the head again. Yeah, great idea, dipshit he thought, setting the cups down on the table with the plates. "Tell me s'more about Egypt, while we're eating?" he asked, looking over at her, feeling that, maybe, listening to her talk would be the next best thing to a hug.