It was, indeed, hunger-driven irritation. Now he thought of it, he hadn't had anything to eat since dinner the night before. It wasn't something he was used to, truth be told. Plus, after the apalling speech they'd been presented with not long ago, Matthew couldn't say he was impressed with anything.
"Eh, yeah, bumps and bruises. After what I've seen poor unsuspecting people go through last night, I'm not going to complain." He didn't have anything to complain about, either. "Well if you're not into gourmet, then maybe we should try the buffet. They have everything, you make your own plate...It's great." And, God allowing, if there was food out, they'd be eating in ten minutes tops.
He laughed along with her, and then shrugged. Twenty years weren't there yet and she looked great, fat food or no. Matt followed her away from the tables, thinking he'd be lightheaded if he were a little weaker.